While on vacation, I have a ring-side seat watching what is important to other people. I see bonding through making memories between parents and their children. I see tenderness between lovers and friends. I hear beauty and I see music. Almost an out-of-body experience, and almost intrusion, I am grateful this tapestry of life is playing out before my eyes. I am the fortunate one here, although I imagine those who have been part of my new awarenesss would beg to differ.
It occurs to me, however, that this is my experience, not theirs. At breakfast this morning, we were treated to an African drum performance. I had what I consider an emotional response to the sounds as the staff members played and marched through our tables. It sounded like 'home' and they played with all their heart. Tears welled in my eyes as I clapped when they marched by our table. Some guests in our seating area were moved to put down their fork and dance in movememts representative of this style of music, even if their heritage was of another culture. My husband applauded and listened as I choked back tears wondering why I was having such an emotional reaction. The experience ended as gently as it began. And we all resumed our breakfast.
The experience is still lingering in my mind. As I wondered this morning what I would write about today, I am now totally amused at how the question was answered. More questions have come alongside the answers that were provided. lt occurs to me that I may be part of the experience that others are having, and not even know it. It is my heart's desire that I have an inspiring effect on them. This brings me such joy. A generous reward for answering when my name is called. It is such a privilege to be called to physically witness this awareness perspective, a shared experience. I am always amazed when I get what I ask for. I wonder why that is?