At four-thirty this morning when I left my friend's house in Pahoa, I had no sense of how much healing I had achieved with spirit in the last twelve hours, nor a clue how much more opening I had yet to experience on my way back to the opposite end of the island where my class began at eight. This article is about the pleasure of letting Spirit take the lead in the dance of life.

Have you ever ballroom danced? That was our past time during breaks between lectures at medical school. All of us would enjoy to practice, and on week nights we would go out to local clubs and take free salsa lessons, or ballroom, downtown on Sixth Street in San Diego. Ladies, isn't it hard when you are stuck with a man that can not take the lead? Gentlemen, isn't it horrible when a woman won't let you lead her on the dance floor? In dance, there is a proper tension between the couple, in the arms, that permits movement as a unit on the dance floor. It is with subtle clues the man 'guides' his partner for their mutual enjoyment on the dance floor. It is with great pleasure I discovered the following the past day:

'I want to heal, to my deepest level' was the intention I set for this trip. For the Universe, this is like asking the question, "Do you want to dance with me?"

This is what happened when I let the Universe co-create with me of my own free will:

My friend in Pahoa got upset with me for not telling her about my trip. We took Reiki 1 and 2 together before she moved to Big Island. She invited me to come visit.

I deliberated. The drive from Kona to almost Hilo is as long as some flights from Los Angeles to New York! I would pay for gas, and my hotel room, to go couch surf? Why not sit in a chaise lounge and read? After all, this was a business trip.

I used my pendulum, GO.

Wow!

I thought you might like to hear about the healing that I just sent to the geographic area of Hurricane Sandy. It looked like a giant white snowball. Kind of dirty snow.

Then I saw a large vortex the width of the area, going from the clouds deep into the earth.

There was something to do with three D and five D and the transition, as if both dimensions were superimposed and being tacked down.

It drew in much Reiki, but I 'get' that the heart center and psychic opening of the masses is going to result from this storm.

As I watched, and gave Karuna Reiki, a bright yellow light shone up from the bottom of the vortex. It expanded to fill the vortex, with a single lime-green line down the core, or center line of the cylinder. It then transformed to a snowball that was like the sun, glowing and emitting golden yellow Light, the same size and shape as before, but now as clear, crisp, clean yellow.

I also sent the transition symbol to aid anyone left whose time it is to pass on, due to their Life Contract, as a function of this cataclysmic event called Sandy.

Best wishes, Love and Light! Know you are protected, and much Good is going to emerge from all this.

Namaste,

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This morning in the call room, I was chatting away with the housekeeping lady in Spanish. There were a lot of babies born last night, and she wanted to know how many were girls and were boys. We were talking like old friends, when she stopped. After thinking carefully, she asked me in a whisper, 'Are you a NURSE or something?"

I smiled. Here she was changing the 'Doctor's Sleep Room' sheets and she had no clue about me!
No...I am a doctor.... and I looked her in the eye and kept smiling.

"Wow! All that work, and everything!" she exclaimed.

I laughed inwardly. Many female physicians are mistaken for nurses. I have experienced this all the way through my career. I used to call my mother and complain about it to her. Want to know what she said? She said, 'People think that nurses are pretty and kind. Think of it as a complement!"

I haven't had a problem with it since.

Today, I was watching 'cooking class' at my kid's school. I was in scrubs, because I had been up all night doing epidurals and anesthesia for cesarean sections. Sasha came up to me and asked, 'Are you a hospital lady?'

I said, yes, indeed, I was.

Another girl asked, 'Are you a veterinarian? I thought you worked at my vet's office? (pointing to the scrubs)'

I laughed, and shared that I had wanted to be a veterinarian, but I am terribly allergic to cats, so I take care of people instead.

"Do you help people?"

Then my son piped up, "Help people? She takes care of people who are so sick they are half dead! And last night? She took care of somebody who was having a baby who was not much older than us! Can you imagine that?"

She nodded in agreement. "That is too young."

One the way home I thought about it.

It's my aura.