Quantum Baby Steps

Barbara: I told you I’d share some of my quantum lessons with you, right? Not one to go back on my word, I have a little something for you to chew on today. Plus, I’m still basking in the glow of my teacher’s most mind-blowing words (so far) that every lesson we ever have about the world is essentially there to teach us about ourselves (I mean think about it, every boring math class or droning lecture could actually be getting us closer to subconsciously understanding who we are inside)… No, I didn’t ask how carefully we needed to be paying attention ;).

Now, keep in mind that I’m adapting my ideas here from my own perspective (and limited understanding). In other words, this stuff is from a science-noob trying to keep up with a crazy course while simultaneously trying to translate this newly-acquired understanding to you as if you’ve also never in your life had a class on Physics or Quantum Physics. So bear with me—because my ultimate point is to get us to the juicy life-stuff and not linger in math equations and non-visual concepts.

I always assumed (if I’d ever even given it a thought) that energy built along a smooth continuous course, build and build and build, smoothly up. Like a fire gaining intensity, getting hotter and hotter, in an even, cumulative way. Sort of like this:

But after deconstructing a bit of Planck and Bohr (super-important physicists, yadda yadda), I learned that, in fact, the only mathematical formula that could explain how energy built (or diffused)—and this formula never ever fails when applied to everything we know so far in the universe—is that energy builds in steps. Clunk, clunk, clunk, up and up, or up and down, or down and up, but always by indivisible, chunky steps. Sort of like this:

So how does this apply to the juicy stuff of life? Well, that’s the question!! Because let’s assume for a moment that it does.

Okay, so I’ve been going along in my imperfect life, bumping along, trying really really hard to “improve myself” or “gain greater spirituality” or “develop my thinking” and I am always amazed—and frustrated and PISSED—that even when I get it in my mind, I don’t just get it in my heart. After weeks or months or years of contemplation, the same things will still frustrate me, or evade me, or challenge me. Why can’t I just get over that thing someone did that bugged the hell outta me? Or why can’t I just process my grief? Or why can’t I meditate properly?

And I’m supposed to be so in tune with myself, right? So conscious. But then… but then…

Suddenly, one day, actually one moment in one day, it just … clicks. It all falls into place. I do get it. I forgive that transgression. Or I get over that grief. Or I understand that principal (or that godforsaken computer gibberish). All the hell and fury is just … gone.

And I do feel like I’ve just jumped up a clunky step. After aimlessly wandering along the same level—but gathering, I guess, information or experience or insight—I suddenly find myself closer to being the accepting, cognizant, loving me, the me in peace. And maybe the whole process has been a series of step-after-step-after-step and not a smooth, fluid, and inevitable process at all.

So I did discover that when I applied the quantum logic to my feeling self, the math still worked! And I had learned something too. The question is, does this quantum logic speak to you?

Deb: It does speak to me. I always think back to trying trying trying to have a second baby after the boy was born. It was not to be and I could not get past it. Until I did. Same with leaving my sketch troupe a few years ago. Struggle struggle block block struggle and suddenly I guess it was a quantum cloud that lifted and it was “done”. I guess I am intimidated by the whole quantum show but when you break those molecules down to little old me, I get it. And I so see it working for me. I have always wondered the whys of when you can’t let go and why suddenly you can. Should have paid attention in science. Would have saved myself a lot of pain! 

Stepping Up

Deb: There are times in your life when you need people. You may hate that you need them, but the current and present fact of your life is that you do. I am not an easy ask. I think I have mentioned that before. I decreed years ago that I would be always the bestower and never the bestowed. Asking for help is something I struggle with. But that rug has been pulled from under me of late. As it turns out, you don’t have to ask for help when the help arrives before you can muster the courage to ask.

When my Mom had her emergency almost a month ago now, I was a big pond away. My two “stepupsisters”, Cheryl and Mary, were all ready on it. In fact they discovered the severity of Mom’s condition and stepping up got the ball rolling and was ultimately responsible for saving my Mom’s leg. They moved swiftly with no questions asked. They just did what had to be done, pushing their own lives of laundry into literal and figurative baskets. They put the proverbial band-aid on the gunshot wound until the doctors could assess and scramble to help her.  And stood by her so she would be daughtered until I could get home.

Knowing they were stopping their own clocks to step up, I thought I better get the extended family involved simply to be there for my Mom and Dad in the form of visits or phone calls. So I called my cousin Scott. He and I grew up more like siblings than cousins. His Mom was my Mom’s only sister in a family of six kids and they were extremely close. We lived down the street from one another, shared the same schools, holidays and events. Scott is three weeks older than me and his twin boys are a month older than the boy. Our boys are close as well, to our everlasting joy.

Again, I was not looking forward to asking and again, I did not have to. Before I could finish the sentence regards Mom’s precarious circumstance, his plan was launched. He called key family members, got to the hospital, liaised with the doctors and nurses, picked up and delivered my Dad, cared for my Mom, made her laugh when she was scared and kept me informed every single step of the way until seconds before my plane took off from Heathrow.

That night he and his stepupsister wife Lorette were at the hospital. My Dad had already gone home when Scott and Mom were informed that they still might have to amputate.  Mom was clearly upset but resigned to doing what needed to be done to prevent the further spread of the gangrene. Scott texted me and I phoned my Dad from London to tell him, and he was devastated. I turned to Colin and I said, “It kills me that he is sitting along at home trying to come to terms with this information.” Just as the last words were out of my mouth, my text chime rang in with Scott’s words, “Hey, Lorette was just thinking that it is so awful that your Dad is sitting there alone with this news and wants to go over, make him tea and sit with him for a while. I’ll stay with your Mom. Is that okay?” Colin and I were sitting in the theatre when I got this text and I burst into grateful tears. Spent the whole first act trying to stifle my crying and part of the second act sleeping it off on Colin’s shoulder. It was awful when I realized I would have to wait a day to get out of London, but wonderful knowing I was being more than represented.

The next day when I landed in Toronto, I arrived to copious texts from Scott reporting important details, including the fact that they had done an angioplasty which might just save her leg. His diligence breathed hope into my panic for that trip from the airport to the hospital. A trip I did not have to take alone thanks to the third stepupsister, Barb, who was there as my shoulder and my chauffeur. Arriving in her hospital room was like showing up to a party. Cheryl had just gone home to tuck her daughter in, Mary was there, my brother Craig and his wife Jacquie, and Scott had just left knowing I was on my way.

In the days to come I would marvel at friends and parents of friends and cousins and uncles and aunts who more than stepped up with phone calls and visits and flowers, balloons and candy. Erica, the gal who cleans our homes, has been twice, our friend and dog walker Claude has been three times. All I have heard this last month is, “What can I do for you?”, “What do you need”, “What does your Mom need?”, “What does your Dad need?”  Also there have been the silent steps of people who just show up and visit or phone or bake or send cards, treats and balloons.

I can’t say that this really showed me who my friends are. I already knew them well in friend and family form. They are the people who step up. Now it’s my turn to step up with thanks. Rather than say, “They will never know what this has meant to my family,” ... I’ll make sure they do.

Barbara: Okay, out and out bawling now reading this. The step-ups are a remarkable bunch, aren’t they? I’ve known your cousin Scott from your get-togethers over the years, Deb, but my appreciation and admiration for him just skyrocketed.

And I will also say that Deb’s gratitude has absolutely spilled over in this time of need. I can’t tell you how often she has marvelled at the support you’ve extended her here on the blog, at the many hours her friends and extended family have spent visiting her Mom at the hospital, at the kindnesses bestowed all around.

You know what else impresses me—and this from visits to both your mom’s hospital and Nana’s—the step-ups in the medical system. We hear so much complaining abut indifferent or remiss healthcare (a situation I don’t doubt), that it’s worth a shout-out to those tireless men and women who bring their best selves to their job at the sickbeds. We notice you too. Your good humour, your patience, your respectful care. We bow to you. We thank you!


PS In honour of today's Remembrance Day––talk about stepping up––a sweet and beautiful video. Here's the explanation that goes with it:
A lone young Belgian boy is waiting to salute the Canadian troops passing by who had been attending a memorial service. Such class from our Canadian troops - watch what they do for this little boy. The "Eyes Right" command is the biggest compliment troops on parade can pay and is reserved for dignitaries in reviewing stands. Every now and then something just makes you smile!!!