Standing inside at the SB counter and waiting for highly customized beverage, I began to feel guilty. Here I was traveling on business about to enjoy my favorite beverage on someone else's dime, and I could not even spare her the couresty of checking the spare change in my wallet? I thought about turning back, quickly, to find her and give her at least a dollar. But my addiction prevailed and I waited for my cup of happiness. Inwardly, I chastised myself a little and agreed that the next needy person who asked for my help, I would be more open to. I am blessed, after all, and have a responsibility to share my blessings with my less fortunate brothers and sisters on this lonely planet.
I sat outside on the steps of the public monument, sipping away and making phone calls till I ensured the beverage was good to the last drop. As I made my way around the sqauare, heading back toward the hotel and seeking a nice spot for a late lunch, I caught side of her glamorous sneakers and turned with the idea of making amends. As I approaded her nodded head, I realized she was working on something. On closer inspection, her efforts revealed themselves in the clear blue light of day. She was scratching off LOTTO tickets with a long fingernail. Obviously, someone else had bought into her story about children and her fragile plea for lunch money. I laughted at my own foolishness and couldn't help but think "Trust your instincts".
How often do I go through life ignoring that little voice inside and accusing it of being stingy or closed or lacking in altruism? The inner judge is often harsh, but luckily she's a bit slower than my initial impulses. How I envy people who trust their instincts? I wonder how often I have kicked myself for not doing this or that, when all along it was for the BEST that this or that not be done. I suppose hindsight is 20/20, but it's the forward sight that appeals to me. Sometimes you just know. And when you know, you know. So why balk or doubt yourself or refuse to trust?
This little episode got me thinking about trust, in all its weighty implications. I am proud to say that I have trusted a time or two. And will trust again. Now, if only I could find the weight within me to extend that same precious gift to myself...
a high dive spring board of Olympic proportionfree falls to the deep end;
the pool of sound that is my voice.
ripples resonate upward toward your ears
echoes of your Grace
pierce the aqua filter to my core
synchronized hiding in slow motion fades
reverse tucked pike
I break the surface of Awareness
a glowing ring of honesty you perspire
you smile into the eyes of my five year old
in that instant, I am alive.
the giant of your Soul swallows my bean stalk wholeleaving me tiny, grounded, ill-prepared
you make friends with the little girl inside
sliding down my esophagus with every gentle glance
lapping up the love within my ribs
breathing in unison, We stare
there's room for both of us inside your rejection of before
a wonderland of Joy that you call now,
without knowing why or how or when I jumped
the trampoline of your broad shoulders grinned
and caught Me.
I blink and think
and do not dare to close my eyes
I trust You
standing naked in your sight.
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