My E-Plug Pulled! Is Someone Trying to Send Me a Message?

My E-Plug Pulled! Is Someone Trying to Send Me a Message?

A lot of death around my house last few weeks. A tomato plant, my dream of playing banjo before Grand Ole Opry (if I played banjo) and then…my laptop.

 Curses!!!

My computer medic was fly-fishing in Montana, a state very far away and layered in monstrous flying insects and buffalo. My waders were at the dry cleaners and big furry creatures with hulking shoulders terrify me. What was a girl on the brink of breakdown to do? I dropped computer off with BobDickson.com’s wife and fled to the beach.

In the face of tragedy, I still had my iPhone. I could check e-mails, Twitter, text, make calls within seconds of arising and moments before bed.

Then last Thursday at approximately 2:38 p.m. my iPhone died. CODE BLUE.

The next 90 minutes were frantic attempts to resuscitate my lifeline to the world. For anyone beside me in that mammoth primary school carpool line my lips passionately pressed on phone screen was not usual afternoon chat with hubby. It was my futile attempt at iPhone CPR. Alas, the patient never showed the least flicker of lighted apple. DOA. Grim reality settled upon me.

No calls, voice messages, texts, e-mails, Tweetdeck,Twitter, Facebook status reports. My calendar, appointments, pictures, iTunes music library. Gone. POOF! When my blood pressure slowed to 180/120, a thought popped into my brain. Had so meone forwarded my e-mails, Twitter and the like to the White House?

Last spring while I was at the hospital in throes of appendix vacation, my daughter asked Daddy to fix her breakfast just as if dear Mommy were there. She told him to place a bowl of Cocoa Puffs before her and then, “Go go lean against the sink and text.”

Ouch. That couldn’t be true. Or at least I didn’t think it was true. Then some weird all-knowing force in the universe wiped-out all my digital communication. Was someone sending me a message?

My plug pulled on the World Wide Web forced me to plug into the world right before me. Now I love staying connected with the digital universe but maybe a little more discipline is needed. By not checking on all my friends’ lives with each tick of the second hand, I’ve fully concentrated on my own.

To quiet the mind is a good thing. Yes, once all my devices went RIP, my min d began to slowly drift (resisting at first) along the meandering path towards resting in peace. My voice. My thoughts. Less the loud, busy material world and more listening to a calmer, wiser voice.

Okay God, somehow without e-mail, Twitter or Facebook, I got the message. Or on second thought, maybe Barak is really into how many cups of coffee I drink before 11 a.m.?

Alright. I’m still somewhat disturbed, but at least these days more peacefully so.