a waiting day

Waiting on rain and wind and snow for today on through tomorrow.

Even more, waiting for Thursday when sunshine will return.

But most of all, awaiting an update on my husband's friend and colleague, who was rear-ended by a huge truck yesterday morning, underwent surgery, and as of last night, was in critical condition in a coma. Gerry is a fighter, as my husband put it, and he has a wife and two young children to fight for, so we're hoping for a good outcome.

He's one of those people who knows everyone in the building at work (and that's a lot of people) so between family and friends, I know he's on a lot of minds this morning.

I've seen personally the power of prayer, lighting candles, sending healing energy, white light, etc. If you will, send your version of the above to him.

I'll update when I know more.

UPDATE:

According to my husband, Gerry will be getting an MRI and CAT scan to assess other injuries (they know his neck is broken) and neurological condition. I've been reading stories written by people who survived (a number are fully recovered) similar accidents and am doing my own ongoing meditation using white light and warm vital fluids to surround Gerry in hopes that he can take what he needs as he needs it.

In an interesting equine display a little while ago, Salina was in the barn aisle with me as I did some chores. She was there, and when I turned around a split second later, she was in the arena playing quite actively with Redford. I did a double take, as I didn't see how it was remotely possible she'd gotten from the barn to the middle of the arena in that moment of time, and again because she was tossing her head and looking like she was floating, which I haven't seen her do in over a year.

I went to the arena and realized she wanted to go through the back gate to join the geldings. Although it was on the verge of raining, and I knew she'd be back around to the barn in no time wanting to come back to her side, I swooshed the geldings away and let her go to the back.

The moment she went through the gate she did a complete pirouette (in response to the bold pony who didn't keep proper distance) and then she piaffed for about 20 seconds and finished off with a head toss that looked like a 2-year old.

It was as though she felt my need to know that yes, miracles do happen. If anyone had told me a few months back that Salina would be pirouetting, piaffing, and tossing her head like that I would have smiled and said "I hope that's true." But it would have been difficult to believe. She has arthritic knees and will be 27 years old in a few short weeks. While her body condition has been wonderful this year, the strange weather has been tough on her joints.

But I saw what I saw - and just like that, she has me thinking of how much is possible with our minds and our bodies.

It's snowing right now, and bright red cardinals are flashing about in the front field, brightening the landscape, promising spring. I think I'll send that energy on to Gerry.