I find television very educating. Every time somebody turns on the set, I go into the other room and read a book. – Groucho Marx
“There is no cable service in that area, ma’am. Sorry.”
Oh my gosh. For the first time in my life I feel desperate for cable. My homeschooled/unschooled daughters and I normally choose to enjoy life without the tv habit. It’s a drug, it’s habit forming, it stifles creativity. But it’s a drug I want right now.
Television is entertaining, and in small doses I thing that it’s great. But too much of the time I see people spending their lives staring at a box watching other people live. I would rather not be tempted, most of the time. This is not one of those times.
We were living in Orlando just a few months ago. There is a lot to do in Orlando. We had passes to Epcot and went there at least once a week. During special times of the year Epcot would bring in old bands, such as Herman’s Hermits, En Vogue, Tony Orlando, Kool and the Gang and other very entertaining groups that mom and daughters could dance and sing along with.
Last year my daughters got to go on stage with none other than Chubby Checker. They did the twist with him. They also danced on stage with Sister Sledge. We had many glorious days at the beach. We would watch the dolphins play, and I would watch my children play. Other past times I enjoyed included lounging by the pool, swimming laps, reading a good book, shopping…all great fun. The kind of fun that beats cable any day.
Now we are in Montana. The nearest Target is 70 miles away. What can I say? The mountains are beautiful, and I am grateful for them every day. I speak to them and give thanks that they are here. But as for doing…there are no distractions. I know I am supposed to heal and write my next book. Spirit told me I am here to write, and to heal, that’s it.
So I called to see about cable.
The representative on the other end of the line commiserated with me. Seems he knows this area. Even though he was in a call center a long way away, he understood.
I must be bored if I spent a half hour on the phone with the sales agent even after I knew we couldn’t get cable service. He felt really bad for me and seemed open to talking.
He wanted to know why I moved here, from Orlando. He said he used to live in Denver, and moved to Coeur D’Alene 28 years ago, and that he still misses Denver. “But Orlando to …..there, wow. You must be going nuts!” Yep.
“There is nothing, and I mean nothing to do there…” he continued to lament about my situation.
My humor came to me while we were talking. I can see the great cosmic joke about my coming here. Spirit knew that at this point in my journey it was going to take dropping me in the Bitterroot Valley with no distractions to get me to write. My coaching career is great. I don’t have to write another book. I was doing fine with my work; coaching and teaching, and hanging out at Epcot.
Seems Spirit had another idea. Seems I surrendered to Spirit years ago, gave my life in service, and that service has limited tickets to Epcot. So I have to fulfill my earth mission and write my next book, here, in Montana. Spirit isn’t giving me much of a choice. There is no cable.
My mother was trying to help me with my poor attitude about being here. While we were on the phone she asked if I’ve worked in the garden yet. “No, Mom. It’s snowing…” I said flatly.
I am watching the bushes start to show signs of life. We are up higher than many others in the valley. Not everyone is still seeing snow. Just the folks from Florida. Seems I picked one of those special spots where it feels like winter in May. Of course the locals are wearing shorts but my daughters and I are bundled in heavy coats and hats.
“So why did you move there from Orlando? What in the heck were you thinking?” asks the cable no-cable man.
“Oh, I’m a writer. I came here to write my second book…”
“Well you picked the right place for that. Cuz there’s nothing else to do!” He just seemed to get such a kick out of talking to someone who chose to move here.
So I am motivated. I am getting my work done. I am looking at photos of the beaches on the internet. I am drinking pineapple juice and saying it’s a glass of Florida sunshine. I have been told by my Spirit Guides that I can return to the sunshine state when I get my work done.
While we are here I am connecting with the earth, as I stand shivering outside for my morning circles. I watch the snow come down and I see the bushes trying to push out some new buds. Eventually everything will bloom, won’t it?
A local told me in this area we can have snow in July, and that I may as well plant the garden anyway. Either it will continue to freeze, or it won’t. You never know, she said.
The end of the story is that I sold a book to the salesman. Isn’t that a great twist? How many times do you get to sell something to the person trying to sell you cable? While we were talking he went to amazon. com and bought a copy of Mystic Mommy. I think he felt sorry for me not being able to get cable.
And his parting advice to me went something like this, “Maybe you should get a satellite dish…with over 400 channels…you might want that there, ma’am.”