When asking for help, pay attention...

It has been a tough couple of weeks (or is it months... Time seems to irrelevant for me right now).

I have been flying from coast to coast, interviewing for Education Director positions in the hospital setting; each one clashing drastically with my "Prime Intention" of being of maximal influence to the improvement of healthcare delivery in the United States. It is clear to me that the chaos resulting from the extremist viewpoints of the far right and far left wing political philosophies in Western Civilization is being mirrored in healthcare as medical centers who were allowed to be purchased by larger healthcare systems, struggle to continue to maximize profits while remaining in compliance with credentialling bodies who's established science points to what we all got into healthcare for - to be of service to those who are hurting.

But these conflicts don't help my bank account any as I watch the numbers trickle down, down, down; without any conscious means of improving my ability to continue to support myself coming into view.

I spent 5 hours yesterday in Tulsa's Department of Human Services applying for financial assistance. There are so many ways of evolving consciousness connected to such a visit. I used to frequent such surroundings in my child-bearing years, as pregnancy used to wreak havoc on my body and placing me in a position where I couldn't work for a period of time. My reality used to be: 'if I didn't work, we didn't eat'. To return to that point after growing in consciousness to the level I have was humbling to say the least. However, as is always the case, as I shut my "pet ego" into it's cage once again, and lived in expenctancy of being of service to another, the worker who processed my intake and I developed a rather deep connection, and I walked out of there with more employment leads as well as a better understanding that I was creating a "safety net" for myself as I continue the high altitude acrobatics of balancing on the high wire of trusting in the Process.

After such a day as yesterday, I found myself 'painfully exhausted' and slept for more than 12 hours last night. Today I woke up barely able to move through my apartment partly from the inflammatory response to the stress my humaness is currently experiencing, partly because of the rainy day outside. My fibromyalgia/arthritis experience is consuming my ability to remain in hopeful optimism. So I did what I typically do when I find myself in such a position, I ask for help from the "Cosmic Muffin" (thank you Mark Main). In my email, I found this link which I want to share with you.

In the 12-step movement with have the concept of "K-I-S-S" (keep it simple stupid). My Higher Power has delivered a KISS to me. I am now blowing KISSes to all of you...

The richest man