The final ruminations arising from the phone call with my friend last week are intertwined with another friend asking if I’d like to do yoga together once a week. The yoga offer came first and I quickly realized it would be just the thing. Then when the phone call wound up with a suggestion to start getting together to help one another hold space as we traverse “the liminal phase” my heart began to sing.
For a couple of years now I’ve been feeling enough better to be realizing I need to get a social life — or some sort of life outside the house — going again. Sorting through options I realized I really don’t particularly enjoy group activities unless everyone is participating in some sort of spiritual ceremony or meditation, etc. I prefer one on one or small groups of 3 or 4 and to carry on deep conversations or to engage in some sort of practice that helps us stay grounded, balanced, tuned in…
When I first moved to Lexington I spent the first couple of years in a concerted effort to try out churches, meditation groups, book groups, etc. in order to meet people and make friends. I wound up involved in a group in another town near here and then, through a couple of people there, in another group here in Lexington. After a few years a number of the folks I felt close to moved away and then the various groups dissipated, the church closed, and so forth. By then my struggles with the muscles and not sleeping were severe so I didn’t have much interest in socializing and certainly not in starting over.
I still have no desire to go through the kind of trying and joining and sifting process I went through on arrival here and really not a lot of interest in the kinds of groups I sought. So, I’ve been hanging around knowing I need to get out and do more things with people other than my 92-year-old mother and that I wanted one on one activities with some kind of deep connection, but not how to make it happen.
So having two people I adore get in touch about starting just exactly the kind of get-togethers I didn’t quite know I was dreaming of felt like a wave of blessings and rightness washing over me. I feel like the Universe was listening to the whispers in my mind and put together the perfect answer to a prayer I hadn’t quite said. I also feel it says something about the shifts and opening in me that these two perfect offers appeared within a week or two of each other.
Although a lot of the teachings out there on manifestation are firm about the need to be specific, visualize exactly, etc., I’ve often had experiences more like this one. Some vague longings and thoughts move through me and sometime thereafter an amazing solution that takes all the ramblings and feelings into account shows up. In this case I also feel like the direction of both activities toward staying balanced and holding a certain kind of space in these chaotic times is part of my path forward into becoming the emissary of peace I aspire to be even if I still don’t see precisely what the path is.
It just feels like a moment of amazing grace and I’m drinking it in and feeling so grateful and full of joy!