Sometimes I just Feel Like a Universal Pawn

Tidbit #1:  Closing Time

            Using the phrase closing time seems a little cliché to me, but it works.  I love closing time.  I love my job, but I love the end of the day too.  I love it when the lights are out, the floors are vacuumed, and the drawer is done.  Everything is set in its place, or at least stuffed in the general area.  I love to walk through the darkness just feeling the energy of the day.  Sometimes I’ll go sit in Win-A-Car’s chair, and meditate.  The silence draws me in.  I’m grateful every time I hear the door chime, but I equally as grateful for the silence.

Tidbit #2:  Advertisement

This is just me being honest.

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Sometimes I Just Feel Like a Universal Pawn

            I’m someone who does her best to listen to her inner voice.  You know the quiet one that’s mixed in with the voices of the rest of the world.  Sometimes I hear no problem, other times it’s like I just can’t get a clear signal.  Lately, I have been doing a lot of listening, but only partially hearing.  The universe however has been working that part out for me.  I have to say, I feel a little used.  The past two weeks have been a whirlwind of strange, and mostly unconnected (as far as I can see) events.  The universe seems fit to use me whether I am getting the messages or not.  Which is probably the case more times than not, but I like to pretend I have some control.  I was doing a meditation the other day on this subject, the subject of not getting the message that is, and basically the answer I got was, I’m trying too hard.  Tension causes static, which makes things hard to hear.  It’s not that you’re disconnected, the line is just busy.  Relax and call back later, I guess.  Back to feel like a pawn.  So this series of events that happened has caused me to ask a couple of questions, which I am now going to present to you. 

Have you ever thought about how connected we all are?  Walking through Walmart the other day I found myself amazed.  I was thinking, each and every person in this store made an agreement to come to this store at this moment and have these interactions.  We are all here, helping each other and learning from one another in a thousand different ways.  For example, when I was bent over trying to get a plastic storage bin I noticed a woman coming down the aisle. When she got to me she just stopped right next to me.  I asked her if she needed a bin, as I assumed that this was the reason she had stopped (the plastic bins were all but gone, spring fever anyone?).  Instead she said, “Oh no, I just wanted to get by.”  Can we say lesson in throat chakra, say what you need to say.  As I stood in line waiting to pay I saw a couple items spill off an overfilled belt, a couple of lanes over.  The cashier made no move to assist the customer and you could almost hear her thinking, serves you right for overloading the belt.  Possibly a lesson in compassion for one, and patience for the other?  I don’t know, I’m not the lesson giver, just the observer.  The woman in front of me in line was scrambling through her purse looking for something.  Then her phone rang and all action stopped as she took the call.  I have to admit I laughed out loud in delight.  It was really very funny to me; you could feel the other customers in line and their need to claw this woman’s eyes out.  The call was short and then she went back to rummaging through her purse.  She pulled out several singles and a handful of change; however, the search continued.  She was checking yet another pocket in her purse when I decided to add my two cents in, or twenty-five to be exact.  I asked the woman how much she was short, and she said just a quarter.  So I dug to the bottom of my purse found the much searched for coin and we parted ways. 

            So now I’m going to ask, why was I there?  Was it just to give some stranger a quarter, or was it so that I could make these observations?  I would guess that there’s more than one answer to the question.  Why is it that you have an urge to go to a certain store and when you get there you find a wallet laying on the ground and you are able to assist in returning it to its owner?  Or you go out to eat, but it’s so busy at the restaurant you want to go to that you end up going to restaurant across the way and as you are walking through the parking lot you find a cellphone?  What about that person that’s in front of you doing 25 in a 45?  Did you ever think that maybe you have the reflexes (and maybe the insurance) to avoid a potential accident that might be caused by the idiot riding your butt instead of the old woman in front of you, that you are in a way there to protect that person in front of you?  Or the reverse, that person is in front of you to slow you down, to prevent an accident that might have occurred?  We are all here to help each other, what in God’s name makes us think these things aren’t possible?  That we aren’t all constantly working in small ways to assist each other? Most of us are so caught up in our own personal agendas that we never stop to think about someone else’s.  Take one day this week and let the universe move you.  See what happens, observe the situations presented to you throughout the day, and see where you might be moved into a position to help someone. It doesn’t have to be the work of a superhero, in fact it will probably be something small, but it will be significant for the other person.  Remember that we are all connected, so really you are not just helping someone else, you’re helping yourself as well.  It’s not so bad being a pawn, I actually kind of like it.