A Call To Submission (no, it's not about BDSM, you pervs)
Yesterday, my wife and I spent all day at the hospital. She was getting tests for her injured hip and for lupus. She was diagnosed in 2001. I was anxious the whole time and annoyed her because I was panicky and worried I was making her late for an MRI.
I sat in the waiting room and prayed. I visualized myself wearing a long white dress kneeling on a stone floor in a windowless stone room. I realized I had to submit to Saturn and accept limitations, such as the possibility that the doctors could give her a hard time for questioning them or that there would be no treatment possible for her hip. I was being arrogant for thinking I could cure everything if I was a good enough caregiver. So I knelt on that cold stone floor with my hands over my head in the Anjali mudra, submitting to Saturn and acknowledging I would be under His tutelage for the rest of my life. Every time I go with my wife to the doctor or the hospital, I will have to resubmit myself so I will be good and not display anxiety.
This is a step in my spiritual journey.
I sat in the waiting room and prayed. I visualized myself wearing a long white dress kneeling on a stone floor in a windowless stone room. I realized I had to submit to Saturn and accept limitations, such as the possibility that the doctors could give her a hard time for questioning them or that there would be no treatment possible for her hip. I was being arrogant for thinking I could cure everything if I was a good enough caregiver. So I knelt on that cold stone floor with my hands over my head in the Anjali mudra, submitting to Saturn and acknowledging I would be under His tutelage for the rest of my life. Every time I go with my wife to the doctor or the hospital, I will have to resubmit myself so I will be good and not display anxiety.
This is a step in my spiritual journey.