Sometimes a Gift is Just a Gift…Or Is It?
I’m going to be asking for a little help with this one. I had a very interesting experience last weekend, and I can feel there’s an insight there, but I haven’t been able to pull it in yet. So I’m going to put it out there to all of you with the hope that maybe you can see what I can’t. But then again, maybe it’s just going to turn out that a gift is just a gift. Just because. And that’s OK too.
I spent this past weekend in Omaha, Nebraska. I traveled up there because there is a neat group of ladies who are interested in learning how to make, or in some cases strengthen, the connection to Spirit.Since I teach intuitive development, it’s a really good fit.
The class ran all day, and we held it in an office space that one of the ladies had available. This office is in one of those industrial type Parks with multiple buildings and many users.
The day went really well. I could see there were a lot of insights that were had, and it was a good exchange of ideas and energy. I gave them some more tools for their spiritual toolbox, and encouraged the women to use them. We started at 10 in the morning, and by the end of the day, it had been a long time since lunch.
The last 1½ hours or so of the day was taken up with a symbol exercise. This is always interesting for the person who’s getting the information, but maybe not so interesting for the ones who are waiting to practice. It’s a valuable exercise, because it gives the students an opportunity to use their intuitive skills. So, despite the fact that I could tell it was tedious and the group was getting tired, I made a decision to let everybody have their turn at getting a reading.
Just as we were finishing up, a young man in a Jimi John’s uniform with a square basket full of sample size sandwiches slung across his shoulder came knocking at the door. The timing of his arrival could not have been more perfect. (Can you say ” synchronicity?”)
He had a confused look on his face, and asked if this was the main entrance. He also announced that he’d brought the free samples. We hadn’t ordered any sandwiches. But the poor guy had been driving around the complex looking for somebody, anybody to take his free samples. He said this office was the only place that had any cars outside of it and that’s why he stopped.
Then he said it again: “They’re free.”
Now the women are all kind of looking around at each other in confusion, but I could feel this was definitely a Spirit thing. And I’ve learned a long time ago when something like this happens, you just say thank you. So I asked him what he had for free.
Turns out, not only were there free samples, there was a variety. In other words, choice. So as everyone happily made their selection, I could feel the energy in the room expanding. The young man finished making his delivery, and we all proceeded to enjoy our free gift.
I wasn’t the only one that felt the specialness of this as we, ten women who had come together to focus on Spirit for one day, sat around this conference table and broke bread together.
Maybe it was Spirit’s way of saying “Good job.” or maybe: here’s some nourishment for your bodies, you’ve had plenty of nourishment for your souls today. I do feel there is a connection with the appearance of the food and the story I had told earlier in the day about how I encountered a free double grande mocha coffee one time. (Good story. Need to tell it here someday.)
But then again, maybe a gift is just a gift. Thank you, Spirit.
If anything comes to you as you are reading this, I would be interested in hearing about it.
Explore. Dream. Discover. ~ Mark Twain
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