I am convinced that there are no accidents or coincidences in this world. Everything has a purpose, a message, a meaning. Sometimes this message subtle, and sometimes it is glaringly obvious.
This weekend, the universe decided to skip subtle nuance, and go for blatant.
Something I have been working on is bringing my heart to the table. Loving people for exactly who they are, and when I sit beside them, really being with them. Not giving myself the right to recede in my head and start a running commentary on them. Just loving them, period.
It has taken focus and intent, but it’s amazing what a difference it makes.
This weekend, I was on a morning run in North Salem, CT, and I ran across a bridge that I noticed had some graffiti on it. Now, for those of you who have never been to North Salem, this is the sort of town where purebred horses outnumber people, Whole Foods is considered pedestrian, and a full European Union of imported cars zoom past you on the streets. Graffiti in a town like this?
Attached is a picture of that graffiti. Ok, universe, I gotcha.
