I went to an oral surgeon yesterday. I had two permeant teeth pulled. Both were root canals and crowned. I felt so sad to let those teeth go. I showed up peaceful and resigned to the fact that I had no choice other than how I felt. My appointment was at 12:30. I brought the Dr. some homemade gluten free cookies and a larabar. I figured he might be skipping lunch. If he had low blood sugar, I didn't want it to be during my surgery!!!. Food is a great mediator. (that's a whole blog for another day.)
For whatever reason the lower 12 year moler did NOT wish to come out. For 30 minutes I kept meditating and telling the root it was ok to let go. The Oral Surgeon got quite a workout and there was still another upper left tooth to go. That one was not quite as stubborn as the 12 year old moler.!!! I thought about how strong his hands and fingers were. That lead me to thinking about how strong musicians fingers are and then to the strength in my own fingers. They have been so busy creating and working my entire life.
It all got me thinking about the analogy that I came from strong roots. I also was thinking about the fact that we are in the "days of awe" between Rosh Hashanah and Yom Kippur. Instead of expounding, I will leave you with that thought. Perhaps you will think of the strong roots from which you each and we all come from. Be strong, be strong and let us be strengthened.