Recently held a debit card in my hand and my son-George, spotted it and clamored to get it. He made quite the fuss so-I handed it over- and, upon inspection, his fascination did not relent- instead, he oohed and aahed and- would not return it.
I thought it was a funny thing. A seemingly random object but – maybe, not at all random- but, rather- artifacts of his previous incarnation. Those key objects we hold and use repeatedly over a lifetime- the unconscious memory remains.
That reminded me of something I once heard-how patients receiving organ transplants – suddenly, had inclinations or cravings they never had before. Upon investigation- it was something the deceased did often – like – one example I remember – eat fried chicken. In this particular case -the patient receiving the transplant was a longtime vegetarian yet-she found it difficult to resist fried chicken. And-although this story doesn’t go as far back as another life-it’s still a funny thing…memory- that is.
George is also attracted to books – he enjoys sitting and flipping through the pages despite not yet knowing how to read. A couple days ago – a little card fell from one of the books – one id never seen before. I sat before him and we read it.
One day being a microcosm of a lifetime . We may have been doing this for eons – but, still-we inevitably live it-just, day by day.
I have a “spiritual friend “ whom I speak to every so often. I reached out a couple days ago – wishing to speak and she suggested a date and time In which to do so. Instinctually – I agreed.
The morning we were to speak George unexpectedly woke up much later than usual- pushing the schedule ahead by atleast an hour- and, I thought – the time suggested may not work out but- we’ll see how it plays out.
We continued our morning without any rushing or urgency of any kind and by the time the appointed hour came – the sun peaked out from under the heavy grey skies and- it was the perfect window in which to speak.
Then I thought -how does this moment represent a microcosm of the whole – how would it translate to how one carries on in a life. Not pushing – shoving – hoping for an outcome, just setting an intention and doing what you can.
