Reboot Now
I think my
computer is trying to tell me something. This morning while I was struggling to
write a long overdue piece, my computer asked if I wanted to reboot now. “Yes,
please.” I told it out loud.
It turned
itself off and I decided to go find something else that needed to be done. Before I could warm up my legs to move (yes, I do that now,) my computer screen
blinked back to life. It looked totally refreshed.
“I wish it could
be that easy for me.” I told the screen.
I didn’t use
to talk to things, but I find that my things have great answers, like the other
day when my dryer told me to clean my filter before each use---anyway, I wish I
could turn myself off for a minute and then come back refreshed and new.
Then I heard
her voice, not the one from my
computer; the one from the other side. It was the voice of my mother telling me
my truth.
“You can, and
you should. You've had a job since you were twelve." She reminds me.
"You have
always been so busy being busy. When you have to go to work; you work. When you
are not at work; you fear not working, so you create work and work at that. Turn
all of that off,” she said.
And now you
see why I talk to things, because listening to the ancestors is far too
accurate for someone who prides herself on being in control.
Just
when I gave in to the idea of rebooting, my daughter walked in to tell
me about work that needed to be worked, so I looked down at my knees and I told them to come on.
Then, I hear
my mother again. This time she’s sitting next to me when she says, “Even iron
wears out.”
Be you, be well, be
rebooting.
Bertice Berry, PhD.
