Resonating

Have you ever used a tuning fork? Me, I remember holding them in science class. Now, I can't remember the point of the tuning fork in school, but we had them in science class. You hold it and whack it on the table, and then it makes a sound. A tuning fork resonates at a specific constant pitch after whacking it, and I guess the pitch helps with tuning pianos and such. But I forget why we had these things in science class. I never got the dissecting frogs, either. Other than dissuading me from going to vet school. I don't want to touch another frog. Oh, and I ma allergic to formaldehyde (or so my science teacher believed).

Note to future high school science students: say you are allergic to formaldehyde if you don't want to touch frogs.

Getting back to the tuning fork. I have noticed that when I am in a funk, I am not in pitch with my life. Either I am not exercising, or I am not doing anything creative at work, or things are not going well with my family (mostly my sister). When I don't resonate, everything seems less real, less important, less happy.

We all need something that speaks to our soul, to the core of who we are. Some may make fun of certain Christians, but if they are living a centered life, they are pretty happy. And I am not talking about the ones who just bash gay people because of traumatic events in their own lives or that they did not get enough unconditional love, or whatever. I don't agree with much the Mormon Church says, but most of the one's I meet that give me free Bibles and ride bikes seem to be fairly chipper folks. And the Mormon Bibles can be used for lots of things.

For me, I had my hubbie cut out the middle of the Mormon Bible and then I glued the pages together. Now I have a neat hiding place. And it is in a Mormon Bible, something no thief will ever pick up. Okay, I did not do that to one of their Bibles. Just in case that is a bad thing. But in a funny, sacrilegious way, you have to chuckle about it.

Oh, I was making a profound point before all of this. See, some atheists may say, talking about religion makes you miss profound points. Yeah, but you really develop those calf muscles, peddling from neighborhood to neighborhood. You know those porno movies that had the pizza guy that gets lucky? Why don't they do it with someone peddling Bibles? They always come in the middle of the day, when all of the hard-up housewives are watching soaps. I mean, when I order pizza, it is the end of the day and I don't want to cook. I am rarely horny and want the delivery guy's pepperoni. Again, sacrilegious. Sorry, I know this is wrong, but I actually find humor in religion. Got me in trouble in CCD.

Focus, Leesa. Main point. What the heck was it? Something to do with tuning forks, or cute guys in science class. I know, do what resonates with you, so that when you are working on life's work, you are in tune with the world, with your own heart, and with the pizza guy. Er, perhaps I have been out-of-tune lately.

At least I did not cut up the Mormon Bibles. After all, it would ruin my Mormon Bible tower. Twelve books high, affectionately called, "The Tower of Babble." Er, I didn't mean that, especially if the Mormons are right.