At 6am yesterday morning I was standing outside the Federal Building on line in the windy cold rainy grumpy darkness. Well, that's what it felt like to me. I hadn't slept well that night and had gotten up waaaay too early to make sure that I would be on time for my 7am appointment. It was my own fault that I had to be there, I should have renewed my passport ages ago, and now it was down to the wire and I had gotten that last available appointment. Everyone on line was just trying to get through it - there was no one talking, just this multi-cultural feeling of anxiety in the air and besides, it was cold. And I was tired. (Oh, right, I said that already) Suffice it to say that I was feeling whiny and crabby and just wishing that I was home in bed. A big burst of windy rain hit my face so I turned my back and noticed between one of the columns and the side of the building a mound of trash bags - which started moving - and I realized it was a person waking up and getting ready for the day. I watched as he carefully rolled his sleeping bag, affixed his blanket around his shoulders and put the rest of his belongings into the rolling bag at his feet. It took my breath away. The contrast of our lives. The absolute grace and ease of my life compared to his.What a not-so-gentle reminder from the Powers That Be to live from gratitude every minute.
I got to my appointment on time, everyone was lovely and I felt like I was being transported on a magic carpet, but I think it was just that I was so truly aware of what an awesome life I have.
I bought a bagel and a coffee for that man who gave me the opportunity to live my present life mindfully. I looked back as I was walking to the car and watched him drink his coffee and feed the bagel to the little dog inside his jacket. I hooked him up on high and sent him a burst of Reiki, got into the car and continued my wonderful day in my deliciously blessed life. Just like the life you are living right now.