At one of the first international conferences I attended I sat in the second row right behind the wife of the featured key-note speaker. Her hair was perfect and she had a handbag that matched her outfit. She also fell asleep during her husband’s presentation and her head ended up resting on the shoulder of the linebacker of a man sitting next to her (I am not kidding about this, I think the universe was telling me to pay attention). Although I stayed awake, this was my experience of her husband’s presentation as well 🙂 (M makes a hand to mouth yawning sign right here: X). What was actually said could have been summarized in about 15 minutes of the 2 hours this man was actually on the stage. The other 1:45 we watched an ego prance. A bit harsh to say it like this, but it was true. We paid to hold the space for a brother of ours to play out his issues and to feel important. (And to be completely fair to his lady, I am sure she had some jet lag she was dealing with as well… lol).
It is now many years later and I am a lifetime away from how my life flow was configured when I attended the afore mentioned conference all those years ago. I find that I am now what is called a “his wife” sitting in the audience. I too, do own a snazzy handbag, but it is not coordinated to anything. It was chosen for it’s anatomical capacity to live an organized life while on the road (ok, and the fact that the leather makes me smile… it is a secret larger style, one not advertised by the designing company… one asks for it by having observed it being carried somewhere — I discovered it before Alicia of The Good Wife made it more publicly drool worthy, lol). For me, it is the mind that I am focused on and working on matching to the outfit… and when I am in good form, my outfit is absolutely divine. I am constructing an ensemble focused on the being of the I am, who we all are.
Soon this handbag and I are going to a gathering of a spiritual family reunion of sorts occurring in my corner of the adventure. There is an aligning of the stars and a meeting of excellent, awake minds. A friend texted me this morning with the following pre-event greeting: “M you and your husband cast a wide and deep net catching an odd assortment of creatures. Like Jesus, you are fishers of men (or esoteric urchins to be more precise)!”
What a way to start the day with a nice chuckle. The Jesus reference makes me lol, and to my sweet D, a beatific M smiles and says, “yes my son, gone crazy in peace.”
I am putting up this quick post in a quiet moment of profound gratitude for those fine souls I find checking in with me at this stage of the adventure of life. Those “esoteric urchins” 🙂 who bless my world, lightening what can seam a load at times. I find you each beautiful and important in your unique ways. I appreciate the efforts you are making to find yOur way and to share what is discovered in the details of your living. You enrich the journey for me.
This weekend if you want to track me down, I will be sitting in a back row of an event this time, but this done so in full participation in my life. I am only sitting there because of my propensity to laugh and with a shared glance, making those around me laugh, too and I don’t want to interrupt the flow of the speaker.
I am however, not afraid of falling asleep… no not ever again. You guys wouldn’t let me anyway. 🙂