I completed my fast and have spent the last couple of days working food back into my system so I would be able to eat a meal of gratitude today with my two beautiful boys and my great friend Lauren. As she continues her journey from Calistoga to San Diego, I am filled with excitement and joy. The boys have been playing and sparring and crying and all the stuff little toddlers do. I am grateful.
I decided to take a drive with them to pick up a few last minute menu requirements and chose to veer off my path a bit to get a gauge on the island on Thanksgiving. We blasted inspirational Christmas music and gloried in the beautiful and joyful day. There were a lot of sporty couples strolling, running and lounging on benches as they soaked up the warm sunny day. A lot of teenagers were out and about on their beach cruisers, surely plotting how they would get away from their parents to hang with their buddies. Maybe I was a bit like them, trying to explore my boundaries. One man stood out.
I have seen him occasionally the past week walking around with a small piece of luggage that he pulls behind him. He has a bright light but I could see it in his heavy shoulders and settled way that he was hurting. Finally, today, I stopped the car. I pulled over. Graham said, “Church!” I thought of how appropriate his intuition was. I said, “Yes, honey, I need to do little something for God.” I walked over to him and asked him if he was okay and if he had something warm for the holiday. He said, “No. My heart is heavy.” My eyes welled up because he was so demure and composed. I hugged him tight and told him that if he needed a place to celebrate the holiday he was welcome. His pride stepped in and he explained that he was hoping to see his son. I hugged him again and wished the best for the holiday. He apologized as tears came and said he was worried he would wet me with his tears. I said, “Those are blessed tears and I welcome them, sir.” He stepped back and asked my name, which I then shared. He said, “I am going through a divorce and I am at the bottom.” I said, “Then there is nowhere to go from here than up my brother. Think about anything you might need and if I see you around, let me know. You are welcome to have Thanksgiving with us. God bless you.” He thanked me and humbly walked away.
I got back in the car and wept. I wept with sadness and joy all the same time. I wept the whole way home and felt the gratitude that was in me this day. I have so many things to be grateful for today. This man was but a reflection of me. I saw the beauty in both of us and hopefully shared a spark of that with him. I share with all of you, my friends, my family…thank you, thank you, thank you for listening. Life is beautiful even when it is sad. Life is beautiful.
Love and light,