Rambling away

i am home today because the boss is afraid of me.  that's right - she sent me home because she doesn't want my germs, and that's ok with me, but GOD it is so quiet, except for the sound of the keys clicking and Rosie snoring.  And every now and then, Coot scratches her ears.  Whaat a racket.

quiet is good for reflection.  there are a lot of people running around my memory today, and what stands out most is how fortunate i have been to know them.  Dr. H, the neatest psychologist i have ever met:  I would have stayed home today, but honeybunch had a list of chores a mile long.  Do you hear that incessant bellowing coming from D-seg?  Sounds like a Gregorian chant.  Anita the Nurse - There's some bad business going on in THIS cubby hole.  Mama told there'd be days like this.  And who could forget Ava?  If I wanted your opinion, I would have asked for it.  Do you understand?

My golly, the character list goes on longer than Marley's chains.  They belong somewhere.  But...where???

Certainly in my memory, and in my heart.  But there has to be a way to keep them going, make them immortal.

A while back, there was a nurse who came to work with us.  There was something different about her, and I couldn't put my finger on it, in the beginning.  At that time, I was having some brilliant psychic flashes - but I think it was more the location.  Your intuition becomes finely honed when you need it most.  Back then, I could tell a decompensating psych patient by walking past him with his back towards me from the vibes he gave off.  Always dead-on the money. The psychologists learned to take me seriously when I approached them about a patient.  But there was something about this one nurse...

One day, I approached her in the nurses station and blurted out - Are you an empath?

She looked at me like I belonged in the treatment room.  And so I hastily explained - Well, empaths are people who pick up vibes from others, strongly. You might say they have psychic abilities.  She continued to look confused, so I stammered my way out of the station, feeling like a complete fool.  Ah well, nothing ventured, nothing discovered.

She followed me out on my lunch break.  She was very friendly, so I was grateful she didn't think I was a complete lunatic, and she said to me - Other people won't understand, so you have to be careful who you tell.

Wow.  Dead-on.  Again.  I was getting good at this vibe thing.

When I left that position, she gave me a crystal and a cherokee rose.  The crystal was to protect me and give me clarity.  The cherokee rose was for what it represented.  How she knew I like crystals and rose rocks, well.  I think that's obvious.

But clarity eludes me - especially after losing the crystal.  I have all these wonderful characters to model from, and don't know what the HECK to do with them.

Besides love them.  Maybe that's enough.