SILENT VOICES OF THE SOUL

Every day I am awed by the perfection of the universe. I am blown away by the extraordinary truths that find me while I am doing ordinary, everyday things.

This post was going to be a continuation of the backstory. That was the plan. That was my plan, anyway. I was going to write about all the lessons I learned on the way to truth.  I was going to pick up where I had left off. But there was a problem with this plan. I didn’t know where to start. I didn’t know which story to share. Fortunately, Spirit, in its infinite wisdom, stepped in to guide me. Here’s the story. It happened a week ago.

My intention was to watch the soccer game, even though my mind was on a thousand other things. It was a beautiful evening,  the official start of summer vacation, and I was looking forward to spending time with my family.

As I sat on the sideline, I focused on the scene in front of me. At first, my attention was on my son and his team. But soon my mind started to wander in the opposite direction. I wondered if I had checked the stove before I left the house. I remembered that I had to make an orthodontist appointment for my other son. I started to make a “To Do” list in my head. My eyes were on the soccer field. But my mind had gone somewhere else, far, far, away.

A loud noise brought me back to reality. I turned my head to see where it was coming from. And then, while I was looking where I wasn’t supposed to be looking, something happened. Thomas scored a goal, and not just any goal, the very first goal of his life.

A man who was sitting behind me clued me in on what had just happened. He started clapping and chanting my son’s name. Then someone yelled,”Wow! Way to go, Thomas!” It was my husband. He had been watching Thomas’s every move. He had been walking around, following the game on foot.

I was heartsick. My eyes welled with tears. I couldn’t believe I had missed such an important moment; I had only turned my head for a split-second.  As I wiped away tears, Spirit whispered to me. “This is what happens when we allow the noise from the sidelines to distract us. This is what happens when we stray from the present moment. We miss the important things.”

When the game started up again, I promised myself that I would pay attention–that my head and my heart would be with my son.

The next day, I wrote about what had happened in my journal. When I had finished writing, I closed the session the way I always do. I drew a giant heart and inside it I wrote: Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.  I was about to put the entry away, but something made me pick up my pen again. I wrote a p.s. next to the heart I had drawn–a request to Spirit for additional guidance. “Spirit I need to be reminded to stay in the present moment–in gentle, positive ways please!”

Not even five minutes later, while I was putting on makeup, my first reminder found me. I turned on the radio and realized I had tuned into the wrong station. I was about to turn the dial, when chills began to travel through my entire body. “This is the most important moment,” said the voice that was coming from the radio.” “Here is the most important place, and now is the most important time. We become so caught up in getting there, that we forget to be here. We forget to embrace every step along the way to wherever we are going. We forget to be in the present moment. We forget to be present to the here and now.”

His words sent chills to my core. And now, as I am remembering them, chills are finding me again.

The story doesn’t end there. Later that day, I decided to watch TV. Oprah was on. She was interviewing a woman who had inadvertently left her young child in the backseat of her car. She had left her there all day. She had been so distracted by other things,  that she had completely forgotten about her. When she remembered,  it was too late.

Spirit had my complete attention; my heart went out to this woman. I said a prayer for her. And while I was praying I realized that I had tuned into this message for a reason. My issue had been magnified on the screen in front of me. I needed to take a good look. The universe was shining light on a truth I needed to see.

After the interview was over, a spiritual teacher started speaking. He talked about the importance of being quiet–taking time out of our busy lives to just be, so we can embrace and enjoy the present moment.

Directly after that broadcast, I learned that both Farrah Fawcett and Michael Jackson had passed. The news deeply saddened me. It went straight to my heart.

Life is short. Here is where we need to be; now is the only moment that matters. Thank you, Spirit, for reminding me to focus on the important things. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.