I have never really been the type of person to hold a conversation
with strangers. However over the last month or so, I am finding that people who
cross my path, even in the most ordinary places, are inclined to start a
conversation with me. It is funny how signs manifest themselves when you are
actually spiritually awake enough to recognize these moments.
As an awake Lightworker I actually love when these types of
situations play out. Not that this encounter was anything “ball busting eye
opening,” but just the fact that it happened. That some mysterious person at a
gas station, at the same time as me, wanted to have a conversation. It was definitely
a universal sign to remember to always recognize and acknowledge the people
that cross our paths. They could have messages for us from whatever “source” we
believe in. Or they could be friendly reminders that we are not alone during
those times when we feel the most alone.
So I was getting gas on Friday, the only additional stop
outside of my daily commute that I have made since arriving in Virginia. The
guy pulls in behind me and starts his own pump. He sees my NC license plate and
asks, “What part of North Carolina?” I tell him just outside of the Asheville
area, and he says “No kidding, I used to live out in Asheville, so are you just
travelling through?” As positive as I could possibly make my voice at the time
I stated, “No, I just moved here for a job,” At that point he responded “Oh, I’m
sorry.” Trying my best to chuckle about it, all I could manage to say back to
him was, “yeah, me too”
The most interesting part of the rest of the conversation
came when he started talking about the Asheville music scene, and how there is
nothing around here that even closely compares to the music you find in
Asheville. Music for me is a huge part of my life. Not just because I write
lyrics but seeing live bands and singers in small venues is one of my favorite
past times. There is nothing more touching to life than watching a talented musician
sing and play from their heart. I don’t even need to know the singer, or the
band and I will be filled with some kind of unexplainable joy that comes right
from the center of my heart. Music is a part of who I am, it resonates with me
from the core of my being. I use music to find healing in life when it gets
tough. I was the 12 year old kid who cried her eyes out at a Melissa Etheridge
concert and had no idea why.
After leaving the gas station, and for the rest of my
commute home, I found myself a bit sad after this conversation with the
stranger at the gas station. But I really believe he was a reminder of the life
I love. It made me miss home, but also gave me the courage to remember this
move is only temporary, I won’t be here forever, and it is okay to miss the
comfort zone of the life I had to leave.
So to the man at the gas station, thank you for our
conversation, thank you for the 10 minute reminder that I am not alone, and
thank you for the material you gave me to write this blog.
Always remember to appreciate our random encounters, they
may not be as random as we think. They could come from our angels at just the
right moment. They are friendly reminders that the path we are on is the right
place to be. Just hang in there and let our messages guide us one step further.
All my light and love
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