I felt the earth move under my feet . . .
Imagine my surprise to be in New York, one of the outer boroughs at my daughter’s college orientation, when it appears to me that the screen on which we are watching a power point presentation seems to wiggle in ways that such screens are not designed. At least I thought it did. I glanced around the room to see if anyone else was perturbed by the jiggling. No one else seemed to notice at all. At first I chocked it up to the fact that I was starving and the lunchtime vittles had yet to be laid out. Then reiki started pouring out of my crown chakra. I wondered if I had forgotten that someone was going to send me energy or that I had forgotten that I was supposed to send out energy at that time. I doubted it, but I really felt dizzy by then. The kids had been off registering for classes while the mamas and the papas learned more about campus life. The moment my daughter got back, I headed for the buffet table that by now had bee stocked with an assortment of sandwiches, cold salads and the like.
It wasn’t until later, when all the festivities had wrapped up in the mid afternoon that I called Elyse since we were scheduled to go to mediumship class that night, that I found out the cause for all the moving and shaking–an earthquake. We in New York like to say we don’t get earthquakes (though we do). We also like to say we don’t get hurricanes (but we do, rarely). So our first thought when the earth shakes is not earthquake. As it turns out, a 5.5 tremblor hit in Canada around 1:45, traveled down to the East Coast. Now it’s going to thunderstorm, I think. Too much Mother Nature for me today, I think. I’m going to lie down.
