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Dinner – Grateful for a gas stove! Photo: L. Weikel

Man, I sure can tell Mercury Retrograde is having its way with me this evening.

If this post looks weird (not solely due to its probable lack of any photos), it’s because a couple of factors are coming together to create a whirlpool of irritating hurdles to fulfilling my 1111 Devotion.

First of all, our electricity has been out for at least three hours or so.

Second of all, although I have written and posted before via my WordPress app on my phone (namely over the recent wedding weekend), my iPhone spontaneously installed an upgraded operating system the other day and totally changed a BUNCH of things. (This occurrence in and of itself almost yielded a rant-post.) But no…tonight I discover this “update,” “upgrade,” or whatever you want to call it actually wiped out some of my apps! And of course – you know it – WordPress is one of them.

Perils of Rural Living

Most of us are spoiled. We pick up our phones and no matter where we are, we expect reasonable cell service. It may not be wi-fi fast, but it’s usually half decent. Well, not if you live in the country. I often have to go to a room on the top floor of the house to get good enough reception not to randomly drop a call (although reception still may go in and out). Sitting here at this moment beside my fireplace, for instance, I have one damn bar of LTE service. UGH.

You can imagine, then, the length of time it took to download the WordPress app back down from the cloud. Frankly, I’m amazed it’s actually back on my phone in time for me to write this.

So here I am, looking at this ‘version’ of WordPress, and I swear to you, IT LOOKS COMPLETELY DIFFERENT THAN THE SET UP I USED A MERE THREE WEEKS AGO. What is UP with this!? I want to scream. I feel like I’m being forced to reinvent the wheel (in my head) every time I try to get something accomplished.

And just…WHO KNOWS if I’m going to have enough oomph in my cell service (miracle of miracles, I DO have some decent battery life left in my phone) to upload a photo or two? And as an aside? I have no idea how to add a photo to this post – because of the completely different set-up. Ermagod.

A Reprieve For You

Probably the most fortunate beneficiaries of my electronic-related aggravation are you, my wonderful, caring, patient, stressed-out readers. Just think: at least you were spared a missive from me referencing anything remotely related to ONLY THE MOST IMPORTANT ELECTION IN OUR LIFETIMES the day after tomorrow.

Oops.

Have a great election eve, my friends. And yes, I am including my readers from afar, because let’s face it: this election has world-wide ramifications. We Americans better not screw this up a second time. I fear there won’t be any more opportunities for a ‘do-over’ if we let this slip through our fingers.

P.S.: All I can say is, I’m sure glad this loss of electricity didn’t occur the day after tomorrow…what with our electronic machines and everything. (OMG.)

Aftermath: Still Ominous – Photo: L.Weikel

Electricity Restored and Awareness Heightened

I’m delighted to report that our electricity was restored at approximately 4:30 this afternoon.

The last time we lost our electricity for any significant amount of time was in 2012, after Hurricane Sandy, when it was out for something like ten days or so. What an awful, deeply uncomfortable ordeal. A tiny, insignificant taste, I realize, of what so many others have endured following tornadoes, wildfires, and hurricanes. But enough of a taste to leave a stark impression.

But during that profoundly uncomfortable and very chilly time, we had guests. Our dear friends, Karen Ward and John Cantwell, founders of Sli an Chroi (Path of the Heart) from Dublin, Ireland, were visiting us and presenting a wonderful retreat on Celtic shamanism and spirituality.

Asking Our Guests to Rough It

Karen and John were troopers throughout that experience in 2012. It was uncomfortable, to say the least, for them to ‘make do’ in our home without heat, lights, or running water. Nor did we yet have our fireplace installed (that came a mere two months later – lesson learned!), so we would sit briefly each night, swapping stories over candlelight before retiring to our respective bedrooms and the comfort of cuddling under piles of comforters!

Friends Come Through In a Big and Generous Way

At first we weren’t even sure if we would be able to follow through with offering the program, for we knew no one personally or commercially who had space that was not impacted by the electricity situation. Finally, one of my closest friends in the world offered to host our retreat in her living room – by the light and warmth of her gas fireplace. Janet and her daughters generously opened their doors and quite literally saved the day for all of us!

What a wonderful retreat it ended up being, too. Filled with magic and playfulness, wisdom and ancient insights, we spent the weekend reconnecting with our ancestors (Irish or not, it didn’t matter) in profound and meaningful ways.

Photo: L.Weikel

There are many aspects of our work together that weekend that I could write about here. And there’s a strong chance, too, that I’ll harvest ideas from those myriad experiences as we wend our way through the next 998 posts in my 1111 Devotion. But the one thing I want to focus upon this evening is yet another example of the power of words.

Naturally, a major focus of many of our conversations (of pretty much everyone, everywhere you went in our community) that long weekend centered upon the status of our electricity. It was not uncommon, if one were to simply grow quiet for a moment, to hear several conversations being carried on at once, each one of which was peppered with the phrases, ”We’ve lost our power;” “I have no power;” “How long will we have to be without power?” “When did you lose your power?” – and innumerable variations on that theme.

We’ve Lost our POWER?

It was our Irish visitors who called our attention to our flagrant disregard for the power of our words. In fact, they didn’t know what Karl and I were talking about when we picked them up at the airport and started babbling about our ‘lost power.’ That’s simply not the way a disruption in electrical service is described in Ireland. Ever. As a result, they were acutely aware of the precise words we were using to describe our situation, for they sounded so odd and curiously out of place.

And they noticed it even more when we gathered at Janet’s home for the retreat. They were astonished by how all these Americans were going on and on about having lost their power. They were appalled at our lack of precision with our vocabulary, and rightly called us out on it.

Precision is Important

Thus, since October of 2012, I know I, and my entire family, have been careful to exercise precision in our language when a situation such as last night’s occurs.

To be clear? Our electricity cut out last night. We did not ‘lose our power.’

Has paying attention to how we describe this situation made a tangible difference in our lives? Who’s to say? One thing I do know, however, is that this was and is a case of walking my talk.

I know the power of words. I have seen how the way we phrase our description of situations can have a remarkable impact upon our perception of experiences. And I have seen words, used often or forcefully enough, wield a great deal of power.

So I pass along this lesson from my Irish brother and sister on to you: Use your power well. And don’t ‘lose’ it indiscriminately!