Happy Day, Universe!
Another brilliant day – blue sky with some clouds; some wind, according to the puffs of steam drifting eastward. It looks like a crisp, cold start to the day, inviting me to get outside.
So much in motion, Dear Universe; so many moving parts. Just because I realize it’s beyond my comprehension does not mean I can’t appreciate it. My beam of light, the thread of my life, the magical composition of my DNA, is all interconnected and inter-related to Every Thing. What a wonder! Each breath I take, and each beat of my heart, is miracle enough.
I can choose to celebrate and honor Life and Connection. I can choose to celebrate and honor My Purpose in my own unique and creative ways, sharing my strengths and weaknesses, my experiences, my Voice, and My Energy and Compassion, to lift and serve others.
As exciting as that feels, and as Good, Right, and Worthwhile as that feels – Why not do that? Why not play and explore in the arena of sharing and expressing?
Vulnerability is the ticket in; risk is the fee. Am I not willing to pay that? Isn’t the value so much more than the cost? Isn’t my best life – my values, my heart, my happiness, and My Purpose – worth it?
I met a guy the other day buying himself a new pair of hiking boots. He shared with me that his intention was to get out and try them on the Long Trail. He had hiked the same half twice in the past, but he figured he should hike the whole thing as a test run for a thru-hike of the Appalachian Trail, his ultimate goal.
He had made plans to do the Long Trail last summer, but his dad had health issues. So, instead of his hike, he helped move his dad into a health facility.
I heard disappointment and concern in his voice as he told his tale. As he took this step toward his goal, he was wondering what else might come up to interrupt and interfere with his plans. Or, might it just be too late for him to still be dreaming about his thru-hike?
As he laid out his plan, he described how each step had to happen to get to his thru-hike of the AT; yet, I could hear his underlying doubt about getting there.
I congratulated him on taking the first step by getting the boots, and making plans to get out on the Long Trail. I paused for a second, and then offered to him that “Sometimes it’s about the journey, not the destination.”
He gave a polite chuckle and said, “Yeah, you’re right.”
We finished up, and his wife and he walked away. I was wondering if he had spent any time, or would, reflecting on his choice to honor and care for his dad; what an important decision that had been.
A minute later, I looked up. He had made a point to come back, and he looked me in the eye and said, “It’s always about the journey.” Then, he shook my hand, and I wished him safe travels.
These are the moments, conversations, and experiences that I value. That I hold my heart open to trusting in the flow and intersections in The Universe.
Safe Travels to Us All, Spirit Guides!
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