the hand

Long before I realized that meditation was a ‘thing’ I had always taken for granted that we are truly spiritual beings having a human experience. Spiritual presence can show up when we least expect it – and usually does. There have been a lot of events in my life that have resolved and evolved in what some might call miraculous ways. Living in New England, I liken the roadways here to a type of chaotic quagmire. The phrase ‘down the road a piece’ is common navigational boondocks terminology where the lanes, avenues, streets and hills curve and round, up and down in degrees, slants and lengths. Being born to this turf of twists and tangles it is a second nature that GPS often just does not grasp. And then I moved to our Country’s heartland.

I was a stay-at-home mom while my offspring were young. Their father often traveled and his time with us was sacred. In his absence I would often pack up the children and drive around to explore the area. When living more than a thousand miles from native roots one often appreciates the vast diversity that surrounds us in this incredibly beautiful country. The roadways there are in a NSEW grid. Most of the land is relatively flat with very few trees. Of course, being the tree hugger that I am we found and lived in a nice little neighborhood located outside of any town lines. It was in a county, on a dirt road with most of the trees happily growing on our property. The immediate drive to us was wooded and my husband would often spy owls with six to eight foot wingspans.

One day, surrounded by wheat fields with the air warm and pleasant we kept the windows down in our new Isuzu Trooper 4 cylinder turbo diesel, which was a nice change from the constant running of the air conditioning during the normal harsh heat. Peace was the flavor of the day. Still on the dirt road I stopped at the stop sign which seemed almost comical to do as there was very little vehicular activity beyond the tractors. Crossing the intersection I felt something off to my right where the road held a slight rise. In that instant a white Mercedes Benz appeared. My first instinct was to speed up and get out of its way. I knew we were sunk. Surrounded by a dust cloud, its trajectory was a bullseye for a broadsided impact on our SUV. It was in that instant that a giant hand, bigger than the Trooper, placed itself between us and the Mercedes. It quickly and magically moved us out of the way and across the intersection. To this day I can still see that hand. Were drawing my forte, I could sketch the detail.

Meditation is the name of the game. The more practiced I become the deeper my appreciation for this Knowledge becomes. It’s all about the breath, the breath, the breath…. It’s only natural.

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