This week my Universe did not align to my plans. The plans were made. The dates were set. The car packed and then it all unraveled piece by piece….my plans did, however, the Universe had different plans.
Because my plans unraveled, I spoke to a cousin I had not spoken with since his mom died in the 90s, I think. Time flies; stretches toward infinity and then shrinks back to yesteryear when a voice is heard. The conversation starts where it left off and there is no time-lapse; no gaps. The past is the present.
Because my plans unraveled, I spoke to a student whom I had helped some years past. I did not know whether he would return my call. He did and time once again played its magic trick and the past became present. My respect for him as a student was as real now as then and the respect I had for him then was as strong now as it was then. He was as charming and forthright as always. The connection was still there, but would not have been made, had my plans not unraveled.
The Universe or God has plans; sometimes we do not take time to ask what His plans are for us. I could have asked:”God is this the right time?” and then listened. Maybe then I would have avoided the anxiety attack because my plans were all unraveling before my eyes and I had absolutely no control.
The Universe let me make the plans, however, because the closet needed to be stripped of its color coded t-shirts and sweat shirts never worn; now they will be worn; so the Universe let me do these things that would be helpful to others; yet stopped me when it was the right time to sit still and listen…to my son; to my grandson; to my good friends Kathy and Brenda; and to my cousins, Susan and Wilson.
Mostly, I think the Universe/God allowed Susan to choose an illness to test her faith and to assure her that she has always had all that she needed to be happy and wise. Being the youngest perhaps we never heard her, nor listened to her. Perhaps we never gave her the respect she deserved; perhaps we never showed her how much she meant to us; perhaps she did not know she was loved. Now because she has the BIG C word tattooed on her forehead, she has gone to the brink and back to teach those of us still in the physical present here, lessons we must learn and she has come into her own and has become the wise one; the one to say “Life is to short to stress out; I am fine.” Perhaps, just perhaps, the Universe or whatever you, the reader may call your higher power, finds a way to make sure that we have chosen the right path and that our future lives will be brighter than our present or past lives. Perhaps this is my lesson today as I see the bright blue sky with puffy white clouds and feel the cool wind knowing that this was not my day to travel the interstates and back roads, up mountains and round curves, on my way to NC. Perhaps it is my day to reassess what it is that I must be doing. My message was clear from the wise lady from the mountain: No Stress.
I think I shall return to my stones. I do like stones. I had planned to find that certain stone that said: “Pick me up. Take me with you.” Another day, I’ll find the stone. For today, I fed, what I call my pet rabbit, carrots.
This could be considered an update; a reassessment; a reminder to take time to love yourself first; it is only then that you have enough love to give away.
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