I have been obsessed with Being this week ever since my last training event. It seems to be the key difference between a good life and a stressful one.
H is moving to Vegas like yesterday and helping him pack nearly sent me to the sanitorium. He appears to have one main method of action: constant, repetitive chatter.
I am sitting at the computer (what else) while he supposedly naps. Suddenly out of the air comes, "I think I should get that brand of car after all because it doesn't cost that much more than the other brand and gas is just gonna rise."
"I support that," I reply.
I am eating leftover BBQ ribs while watching Season 2 of LOST. H walks into the room, already speaking, "Maybe I should just get a used car. I need to figure out the financing. I should call several places."
"That sounded good the last time you said it."
Finally, I am writing a difficult, sensitive email to a good friend of mine. H paces next to my chair, chattering away, "Maybe I should just get that brand, I mean it's going to be -"
H skitters out of the room.
"Sorry," he calls out.
sigh. Big Breath.
"Sorry," I say back.
We ended up having a meaningful discussion about being present, what it looks like and how it has helped me live a relatively stress-free life during this exciting time. (My spiritual connection has certainly been the main support.)
"The answers will come if you just live life. You can't control it. If you're present, you'll see opportunities everywhere."
Then we went for a walk by the Crystal Springs reservoir.
We sat on benches when we grew tired, made wisecracks about other people's terrible outfits and looked quietly at the lake and trees.
"It's nice to just be and know that the answers will come," he said later at a Mexican restaurant in San Mateo.
I smiled, relishing the contentment I felt.
He has not chattered since.
May you trust in the Lord to care for you
the Universe to provide
And may this being presence infuse your life with peace