1000% magical

It’s been only 21 hours. In that short amount of time I have met or learned about numerous angels that have been swirling around me and my loved ones. I can’t always see them, but I absolutely know they are there. The morning started as normal. Woke up to my alarm. I chose a tea that felt just right like I do everyday - loose leaf lemongrass with tiny cubes of ginger that my friend Jenifer in the UK bought me as a gift. It’s been my fave recently. Boiled the water. Poured it over the tea leaves and let it steep while I showered. I got ready quickly as I wanted to get to the coffee shop early. I was meeting several friends to dream up some new collaborations for The Luminous Collective. Everyone slowly trickled into the coffee shop with good vibes. We jumped right in and the conversation and Ideas flowed freely. Decisions were made. Huge grins all around the table. I felt like I was full of bubbles of love. So many bubbles that they were overflowing out of me as we left the coffee shop. I could have hugged everyone in the coffee shop I had so much goodness to share. 

I hopped in my car and headed home. My dog, Pilot, was patiently waiting for me so she could go on her walk. I hugged my husband, Milt, sharing my joy about the collaboration session and off I went with Pilot. I love these walks. Headphones full of music that makes me move.  Neighbor chats and tail wags. A few gazes at the beautiful pine trees, the soaking wet clouds, slugs on the move, and then we were on our way home. About 40 steps before I arrived home, my phone rang. I was excited because it was my daughter, Kate, and I was waiting to hear how the skiing was on the mountain. My son, Max, flew to Phoenix to join Kate and her husband, Jason, in Flagstaff for a couple days of skiing at Snow Bowl. Lots of recent snowfall made for a 54” base on the mountain. I knew it was going to be good.  

The conversation took a rapid turn as Kate calmly shared that Max was “significantly” injured but was ok. My brain was rapidly processing the information it was receiving. What is she really trying to tell me? What the hell does significantly injured even mean? Surprisingly, I stayed very calm. All of the sounds - my breathing, the rain drops on my umbrella, the cars driving by - just faded into nothingness. All I could hear was Kate. I was subconsciously assessing her energy and every bit of information I could pull out of the phone to determine the truth, the facts, and the reality of the situation. She was able to call me literally moments after the accident. Jason used his Slopes app to alert ski patrol and took care of Max. Kate took care of me. 

Here’s where it gets wild. The angels started showing up as if they were members of a choreographed production line moving Max through their care. First it was the medical doctor that just happened to be skiing on her day off right near Max. She immediately stopped and quickly assessed his situation, took his face mask off over his head, and made a tourniquet to contain the blood loss from his deep forearm laceration. Seconds later, another woman stopped skiing and gave her own face mask to the doctor to strengthen the tourniquet. Not five minutes later the ski patrol medic arrived and took over. He was able to use proper tools and medical supplies to stabilize Max until the EMTs arrived. 

After a few circles of the parking lot, The EMTs found Max. They completed their full assessment, fully stabilized his wound, and prepared him for the bumpy ride down the mountain. As it was determined he was high-risk, the sirens began to blare, the lights started to flash and they quickly made their way around the cars down the switchback roads. Kate and Jason followed. As the EMTs weren’t certain of the damage to a vein or artery, Max was quickly passed to hospital ER team members as if it was planned choreography. More angels surrounded him, assessed his situation, and stabilized him further. A CT scan determined that he missed an artery by millimeters and only lightly nicked a tendon. A huge win for Max. After a bit of time, Kate and Jason were able to finally see him again and help him keep track of the intense flow of information that was flooding in from the nurses and doctors. It was Sunday, so expectations were low that a plastic surgeon would be available for what Max needed. But nope, there he was. The surgeon was able to close his deep laceration without Max having to go into surgery or under anesthesia.

The flow of support continued after Max left the hospital. The three of them headed back to Phoenix for a couple nights of rest before Max’s plane ride back to Oregon. A couch wasn’t going to cut it for Max to sleep on. His cousins, Liz and Mat, lovingly made room for him at their place. Then came the airplane ride home where the middle seat was unexpectedly empty so Max had more room for his arm. Then the kindness of his employer helping him feel cared for and get medical leave and sick pay. There are even more people flowing in to support Max. It is just blowing my mind. 

If you hover in my circle, you hear me ramble on about perspective. Every experience you have in this life can radically shift based on the perspective you choose to have. Sometimes you have to intentionally shift your mind off one track (fear of the worst case scenario) and onto another (endless support moving Max to safety) as familiar, even negative, patterns are our brain and nervous systems’s best friend. So if you feel safer looking for danger most of the time, then that’s what you will see. But if you look for angels (or helpers) you will literally run into hundreds every single day. 

There is one more part of this experience that took me a few days to realize. Max had his favorite t-shirt on when he was skiing since it was such a warm day on the mountain. The medic had to cut it off of him which is super sad. Max brought it home and we were surprisingly able to clean it despite it being soaked in blood. I glanced at the tag on the neck of the shirt and noticed what it said…”1000% magical.” Well, I should say so!