Ok. You gotta stay with me on this blog. It may seem a bit scattered or discombobulated to the common reader. The good news is that my audience of dedicated blog followers is not of average IQ and for sure, you are well above average on the EQ scale…Emotional Quotient.( If you needed this definition, then I’d probably say you are on the lower end of the EQ scale, but keep hope alive.)
I was raised by two really smart sons. They have taught me so much about parallel universes, black holes, quantum physics…and string theory. For those of you who are starting to nod off or are asking Siri “what’s string theory?”, please have patience and read on. (As Siri responds, “ Stream Harry is a colorful trout, native to the northwest pacific coastal waterways.”)
String Theory is called the Theory of Everything. It’s an attempt by cosmologists (not to be confused with cosmetologists. Both valued players in our daily existence) to be able to explain the inner connectivity and fundamental particles that make up space ,wrapping it all up into one Unified Theory of This Is Us ( My favorite series on TV right now BTW). Reasoning that there may be, not only 3 or 4 dimensions within the universe but perhaps even as many as 10! String theorists believe that the smallest of particles are actually vibrating strings, formed into circles like little pieces of calamari, little vibrating filaments. They each send off a unique vibrational charge that communicates with all the other little strings, much like petite synchronized swimmers.
So, first of all, as hard as I try, I really don’t get it. I’m closer to the cosmetologist end of the scale, rather the Cosmologist end. And that’s OK. I know how to enhance my outer self with facial contouring and the right shade of plum shadow. Carl Sagan, eat your heart out. But seriously folks, how does string theory resonate with me? Good question…
Brett and I were watching an episode of Parks and Rec with Amy Poehler, as she showed one of her male coworkers, her bulletin board. The board looked like an air traffic controller’s screen at JFK. It had pictures of all of her besties, her acquaintances, her old teachers, old boyfriends, favorite outfits, favorite wine, past pets and family…all interconnected by actual string, the fuzzy yarn type. It was like a spider’s web basically. My husband jokingly said, “ So that’s what the string theory looks like?” We both laughed and realized we now have a new phrase to add to our family lexicon, with dual meanings. I told him, “That’s how I see life. Its the theory of everything and everyone for me everyday…in my head. And they are all interconnected in some chaotic , glorious way.” That blew him away. He was just thinking about drinking his coffee and what’s to eat?
Our connectedness is essential. Our ability to touch other’s lives indirectly or directly, perhaps affecting people we’ve yet to meet, is pretty darn powerful. It’s cool to think that the vibrational energy I emit, affects every other wavelength in my environment. It’s also cool that I’m able to absorb the energies coming my way, or for that matter, choose not to. But what makes this all possible is our connectedness, in so many dimensions. My friendships, my family, my pets are all part of my safety net, spun out of love, need, self-preservation, desire and sometimes fear. It’s this intricate web that has allowed me to navigate some pretty choppy waters, knowing that I can’t possibly drown.
My girlfriends from Oblong let me know that a cherished teacher and friend had passed yesterday after a long dance with cancer. He and his wife attended as many of our class reunions as they could, including our most recent one last summer. They were always the first on the dance floor, showing us young ones how its done. Even with his gaunt face and yellowing skin, I asked him how he was handling his end stage cancer. He looked at me with his child like, sparkling, smiling eyes and said, “ Lisa, I am just grabbing the gusto out of everyday. I’m visiting as many friends and family as I can. Staying connected and giving of myself until I can no longer give.”
So, there you go. The gift that keeps on giving. His memory is an indelible piece of my life fabric now. He’s an honorary pin on my bulletin board with strings of love shooting to all corners. So my girlfriends and I are all lighting a candle in his honor today. But unlike our candles’ flames that will shine for only a finite time, his burns forever, in our hearts. He was a living example of the “string theory”.
Stay connected and realize that your vibrational energy impacts others, sometimes in profound, life changing ways. Make intention your new bestie. Get out on that dance floor and feel the vibrations, make some vibrations. Thank you Mr H. And Mary.
We love you!
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