I am hustling all around Boston, from one job to the next, trying to make a post-graduate life for myself and to pursue a dream that has at last boarded the bus, ready for departure. I am smiling most of the time and whispering to myself, "it is well, it is well" in the morning, sipping on the sweetness of my toasted almond coffee.
And I forget how easily peace welcomes me...how incredible the solace feels and then, all really is well.
It is in this moment that I feel my true self, quiet and at peace while the bus jerks the women and children that board. As the woman sitting next to me talks on the phone to a friend about the shortcomings in her relationship, I pray for her happiness, and wish love her way. When a senior citizen holds onto their seat for life, my heart asks the driver to slow down, and eventually, he does.
A three year old sits in front of me with his mother, busy interacting with an electronic game of some sort. His hair is curly and his eyes open to the scenery passing before him. He is marveled by the morning and greets me behind the seat handle, smirking and in love with the peace that we both share. Just before he gets off the bus, he squeals with laughter at the sight of me waving goodbye. And when the doors close, I pray for his mother's success and wish them health, wealth, and happiness forever.
And when I arrive at the VA Medical Center, the bus rushes off before me, my hair flying in all directions. The hospital stands tall against my own height. The river flows from down below the Longwood pathway and the swans glide along, limitless and glistening under the morning current.
And I feel the truth seep into my skin, the current calming, and the angels close by my side.
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