Peace, Dear Universe –
Welcoming the new day, Creator! Today is a day I need to rest and catch up. I have writing to do, and some cleaning, and dreaming and creating with my creating joy program.
You know – the basic duties I talked about yesterday. So, I walk through the Why’s exercise in order to reconnect with my True Why – the passion and interest, or the loving service for which I choose to do the things I do.
First of all, though, is the need for rest, space, and rejuvenation, in order for me to refuel, and also to return to my center, rebalance, and reclaim my peace. I know that when I rest and return to my center, I am able to do other things in an easier and more enjoyable way.
Too often in our culture, the mantra is “More, more, more.” There’s a belief that if we pause to rest or catch our breath, or even to just stop and appreciate a moment – that we aren’t measuring up, aren’t meeting others’ expectations, and will miss out.
The truth is that when we do one thing with our full attention and focus, it can be more satisfying than rushing through a bunch of activities distracted and stressed, with our minds elsewhere.
Dear Reader, a couple days ago I shared the story of the fellow who complained to me, getting personal and pushing some of my buttons. Interestingly, this was the same day that I had written in the morning about the challenging interactions we sometimes encounter and how we choose to respond.
The next day I had a completely different kind of encounter. A woman was being rung out at the next register, and I overheard her discussing the trip for which she was preparing, a journey through Portugal and Spain, walking the Camino.
After her transaction was completed, I asked her more details about her trip. She had done about a week’s walk last year in France, but hadn’t worked out. So, she was going back in ten days with a friend, to start from Porto with the intention of walking to Santiago de Compostela.
She asked if I was interested in walking the Camino. “Yes,” I affirmed, and she acknowledged that she could tell by how interested I was.
She mentioned that she had decided this was a good trip to celebrate her seventieth birthday. I had overheard her tell the other clerk that she would stop in when she got back, so I told her I hoped she would, because I would love to hear about her walk.
She surprised me by asking if there was anything I’d like her to bring back for me. I was touched by her offer. Here I was, a complete stranger. Maybe she was just kidding, or being polite. After a second’s thought, I mentioned that I would appreciate her bringing back a stone from the Camino for me. She laughed and said it would have to be a small stone. “Of course!”
I told her I hoped she enjoyed her trip, and she thanked me and too that moment to introduce herself – her name was Tinka. (Unusual name, I thought.) I introduced myself, even though my name is on the tag on my shirt. I then wished her “Safe travels.” She put her hands together, bowed slightly, and wished me “Peace.”
I felt visited by an angel. It reminded me how powerful it can feel to connect directly with someone heart-to-heart. Pure understanding and peace. No thought in the way, just direct connection.
Then I thought again about the man the day before. How I had seen it all from my eyes, my shoes, and my heart.
But, what about the man? Not so much wondering why he acted the way he did, or the origin of his attitude, or even what he hoped to invoke in me through his behavior.
No. Deeper. I wondered what his heart might have been searching for, asking for. And, I wondered if his encounter with my soul might have helped satisfy his needs, might have comforted his heart and soothed his soul, even a little.
I kept holding these two encounters next to each other, knowing that there was a lesson here for me. We are the angels and messengers who show up in each other’s lives, even if we don’t have wings.
As I hold these two encounters in my consciousness, I keep hearing the Ram Dass quote, “We’re all just walking each other home.”
To me, this is not a burden; it is an honor. It’s not a duty that I have to grind through, and it’s not a job I have to worry about executing perfectly.
It is a blessed, sacred Purpose. When I open my peaceful, rested, loving heart, the connections and interactions that are created are the angelic manifestations of my Creative Spirit in unison with The Universe. Joy and Loving Service.
My Prompt for you:
Remind yourself of the story when you were someone’s angel – not through sacrifice, but through connecting.
Brave is the Open Heart! Onward, in Sacred Purpose, Dear Guides!
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