Connection

Last night as I was trying to fall asleep, I heard revving engines and loud voices outside. Usually I take it as long as I can, then shut the window (loudly), put in the one earplug I can find, or lay there and fume until the noise stops, cussing under my breath.

This time I just listened. There was no anger in me, just connection to the people outside fighting to get their car back from the tow-truck that stalks our parking areas with inconsistent consistency. I fell asleep wishing them good luck.

This morning when I got ready to chant, I opened my window to let out the incense smoke and happened to see a car down there, engine running, two HUGE guys standing around waiting for something or someone. In this apartment complex you can hear everything, so I felt a little exposed doing my normal morning thing. I made my coffee, cleaned and straightened my altar area, and when I flicked my lighter to light the candles, they both looked up at my window to check it out. Of course I jumped back, then calmly continued my routine. As I sat to begin, I found myself feeling connected to these guys (I wish you could have seen them, seriously....), hoping they were still there because I was simply overflowing with desire for everyone to be blessed with joy and ease today. If you knew how fearful and grumpy I can be, you would know what a blessing this is.

Then the gardeners came... with the weed-whackers and the leaf-blowers and the outside volume increased SOOOOOOO much. And all I felt was connection to these guys working their butts off so they can keep on living. Today I am graced with the gift of experiencing the connection I'm sure is there all the time. My attitude is gentle, eyes and heart wide, hoping to see and be seen. There's nothing but love and curiosity in my heart. And a desire to give and share whatever I can with hope it will bring joy and connection to everyone and everything this day.