moving into your own spotlight
Little Khadijah stood patiently in the back of the classroom looking at the table covered in seashells. She looked at each one in turn, admiring their individual fragility and softness. She wondered at the muted colors and the unusual shapes. Each looked different and yet somehow they were all the same. She looked on, mustering as much interest as possible, as she patiently waited for her teacher to return to the room.
It was a fantastically sunny day outside and many of the people I love were gathered around. My husband was playing soccer with friends and family. I looked around watching, feeling joyful. We were all waiting for the bus to come to take us on to a new place, but it felt less like waiting and more like enjoying. Suddenly, I decided to leave the place where we were expecting the bus and to go back to where we were before we had left for the bus station. I felt an inner caution that I might miss the bus, but I ignored it, thinking I’m sure it will be fine. Sure enough just as I arrived back at the place we had just left, I saw the bus drive past. Panicked, I turned to run back to the bus stop, assuring myself I would make it on time. When I turned I looked across the lawn of dry, brown grass, and realized that the distance back to the bus stop was much farther than I had thought. I began to sprint, hoping I would make it.
Existence presents us with a smorgasbord of opportunity. It’s like a food court that goes on for miles and miles, perhaps even eternity. We sweet spiritual beings come like little majesties to this Earth with the Universe providing all we need for our little Earth adventure. We great abundant beings walk along the rows and aisles of this limitless food court, so full of plenty, so worthy that we never need to worry about how to pay for what we want or need or whether it is too expensive. It is all there for the taking. All we need to do is ask.
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Just some weeks ago I had a dream: An eye appeared before me, beautiful and bold. I examined the Eye and wondered at the joy it exuded. While staring and examining it in awe, the Eye swung back, like a door opening to a new pathway. I stepped through the opening into a room. In front of me, on the couch, sat my inner child or me as a child. I was ecstatic to see her and to have the opportunity to physically embrace her. I walked over to her, and although I could tell she had a different intent for my being there, I insisted on holding her as tightly as I could. My heart was full of the desire to show her I value her and love her and to defeat any neglect. She received my coddling patiently but it quickly became apparent that she had a task for me and needed me to focus.