Toes in the Tide

I set out to run yesterday with the goal that I was not to come back until I had the power of intention mastered in the palm of my sweaty hands.

I felt sweet breezes and the flow of neighboring joggers and late sprinters on the Tufts University track. We ran in unison, huffing and puffing. Some runners were leaping while others slumped, probably getting the deed done so that supper and television could ensue.

Many things happened on this jog. I huffed out questions to the universe:

How can I manifest abundance?
How can I learn to see the signs set before me?
How can I begin to fulfill my higher purpose in life?

And affirmations:

From now on, I trust the divine intelligence of the universe.
I source from my higher-self, which knows no limits
From here on out, I trust, love, and respect every moment in my life
Everything was and always will be exactly as it should--perfect, and with purpose

The moon was encased by a swirl of evening clouds. My grandmother's floral necklace bounced against my chest. My knees ached but my paced picked up. I wasn't to stop until I had the answers.

And then there was this little boy. He was about three with brown skin and brown eyes, running around the lanes and about to collide with the runners. I moved him out of the way and brought him back to the center field. As his father came back from what seemed like a mesmeric run, I turned to wave goodbye to the little boy. His face lit up with laughter, and he chuckled at the silly faces I was making. He was safe in our minute together. And it was in this very moment that I understood everything, all too well.

In some cosmic way, his safety was my job for just a split second in time. And our laughter together...the belly laughs that emanated from his tiny little body became my safety, too. My reminder, my comfort. The universe always takes care, and allows us to take care of each other. Everything is, and always will be, perfect.

We just have to be willing to run on the path to process, and learn to detach from the race.