Monday, March 30, 2009
Uncurling My Toenails
On the way to my retreat, I got to face, in a most uncomfortable way, the impatience that resides within my personality.
For some reason, when I travel - unless I'm on a road trip with no determined time-frame to arrive at any destination - I just want to get from point A to point B with as little stopping along the way as possible. This is especially true when I'm itching to get from the city to my little cabin in the valley. Talk about not living in the moment!
I had two passengers, Mr. and Mrs. FunPeople, with me as we traveled to Retreatsville. First they wanted to stop for supplies before we left town; then 30 minutes later we stopped at a little store beside the highway so that Mr. FunPeople could get internet connection for his laptop; then an hour later, the hubby wanted to pull over to have a phone conversation at a point where reception was good. And another hour later, they needed a CHEESEBURGER stop! I was really trying to be a laid-back good sport, but by the time we hit the cheeseburger place, my toenails were beginning to curl.
As I sat in the truck, on a beautiful Colorado mountain day, I remembered some of the teachings that were the reason I was going to Retreatsville. I remembered that all there is is this very moment - right here, right now. And even this moment has no stability, because it is already gone and now there is only THIS moment. All along the highway, I had been pushing for a future when I would "be there".
With that realization, I let go and arrived where I was.
And I felt the cool, clean mountain air that I so love.