After finishing Michael Singer's book on the Surrender Experiment I have been particularly aware of EVERYTHING that is delivered up to me. Tuesday as I was preparing to travel to Grand Junction it seemed as if everything was taking longer than I expected and I was worried I would be late. I had this odd feeling...so much so I wondered if going was wise. I did a kid check. I had the car checked. After prayer and quiet I felt peace. Even with the peace, I decided to ask Alice to drive...I can have a heavy foot on some of those long ugly stretches. My delays had us leaving a full hour late...we still had time to make the class on time.
Just as we were entering Colorado we drove up to stopped traffic. People were out of their cars. We couldn't see what the issue was. But I knew. I knew someone had passed and that I was there on purpose to witness and "hold" the reverence and love of all who were there, stopped. I knew that THIS was the catalyst of the events and feelings of my morning. I knew I was on sacred ground at a sacred TIME. I knew I was suppose to be there.
Noah Graham, THANK YOU. I WILL LOVE HARDER for at least a little while. I send you my GRATITUDE for the pause and re-dedication of living my best life.
I am in wonder that I would FEEL that so much BEFORE it happened. I am intrigued at the details of my morning that synchronized to ensure my being there. I am overwhelmed at the KNOWING that coursed through me that I was MEANT to be there. I could not help but take note of the beauty of the events and people that gathered to me afterwards. I LIVE.
I am. I am. I am. I am.
Noah IS. Still.