So I'm just going to say it, as crazy or not as it may sound - I am being visited by those I met in my past. Yes I'm getting ready to go back to Kentucky for a short weekend trip and have been talking to people I haven't seen in a year, but that's not what I'm talking about. Let me give some background: I believe that each person has a spark/spirit/essence/brahma within them that comes from the Divine. It was created long before a physical shell is made and it goes back to the Divine when the shell has finished it's time in this place. This spark is free to move and act. As I attempted to meditate and get centered last night, I found that people, whom I meet while a chaplain at a hospital in Kentucky were there with me. Not to hurt me but to stand with me. Some smiling but others sitting there looking, watching me. The gaze in their eyes that seem to go straight to my core - they have something to do with me, maybe unfinished business. Maybe I'm their unfinished business. I don't know yet but I can say it's weird to be in their presence.
Last night I had dinner at a restaurant I eat at at least twice a month. Usually I'm in a group but I was by myself. It's not often that I have time by myself right now so I welcomed the time to sit and eat food someone else cooked. I sat in the booth by myself and kept to myself. I had a book with me and my palm labyrinth so I was entertained and felt like it would be a productive time to self and with my self. But the comments from the trio of ladies across from me was anything less then pleasant. Now if you don't know me let me be clear, I am a big lady. I believe the clinical definition of my size would be morbidly obese. I am aware that I take up more physical space then I should. I don't fit into every booth in a restaurant. Believe it or not I do own a mirror and do use it even though I don't enjoy it. I am also aware that I am my size by my own doing and no one else's. I do not expect the world to accommodate me for being this way. If you want me to p...
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