A Simple Goal

Every now and then, I ‘let go’.  In those moments, when I am able to detach physically, psychologically, and emotionally, something miraculous happens.

Just this morning, I felt completely exhausted and could barely keep my eyes open on the train to work.  When I arrived at my station, it took great effort to get up, drag myself off the train, and head down the street.  Half way to the office, a young woman and an older man approached me asking for spare change.  As I was digging through my purse, I asked the couple how they were doing.  The man explained calmly, in a quiet and dignified voice, that he and his daughter weren’t very well, needed money, and were a long way from home.  He looked into my eyes and told me they were from a First Nation community in Alberta.  It was a community I was familiar with.  When I found some money in my purse, I passed it to them, wished them a good day and kept walking to work.

Once at the office, I faced a heavy workload.  Clear thinking was required to prepare for several important meetings the next day.  As the hours passed and I kept fighting fatigue, the feeling of being overwhelmed crept over me.  By mid afternoon, I was slightly frantic about getting everything done in time.  Then I found myself with a headache and repeatedly sneezing.  With the symptoms of a cold, I felt even more stressed.  Annoyed, I continued to persevere until quite late in the evening.  Exhausted, I decided to leave the office, take the rest of my work home, and call George for a lift.  Just then, I remembered that George was away at an evening appointment.  My heart sank as I thought of my unfinished work, being sick with a cold tomorrow, my exhaustion and the long trip home.

That’s when I stopped struggling and ‘let go‘, or as they say, ‘let go and let God‘.

Silently, in my mind, I asked for healing.  I knew if I could open up enough, the healing would come.  Instead of rushing home, I blanked out my thoughts and found myself strolling to the nearest Starbucks for a tea.  The tea was delicious so I took time to sip it slowly while wandering up to the train station.  In that moment, nothing seemed more important than the great outdoors, the crisp air, and the marvelous taste of  the tea.  As I breathed in the fresh air, I thought of the spirit in that air, and breathed in more deeply with gratitude.  As I stepped across a shallow puddle, I thought of the spirit in the water, and felt more gratitude.  When I missed my train by just a minute, it didn’t matter.  Standing patiently waiting for the next train, I basked in the perfection of the moment.  While standing there, I recalled meeting the First Nation couple.  The man’s voice, his quiet dignity, and the simplicity of the encounter now touched me deeply and I could feel love flooding my heart.  When this happened, I became aware of the other people who were also standing at the train station.  An Asian woman walked by and I was reminded of a past life when I was Japanese.  The love grew in my heart and I felt it for her, and for everyone around me.  It struck me that I had fallen into a trance because everything now seemed magical, perfect and I felt a bit like I was floating.  Happy to be a tiny piece of the collective universe, I felt love for everyone and everything in that moment.  On the way home, I found myself laughing and joking with total strangers on the train and the cold symptoms completely disappeared.

It seems to me that enlightenment is simply a case of heightened awareness, compassion and love.

Comments

  1. ks mehta says:

    The thought process can relieve you of the worst if you can imagine something pleasing and feel it