Calling Card

I was a little surprised the other day when I sat down on the toilet and discovered someone else had been sitting in my chair! Right beside the toilet was a tiny, microscopic mouse poop. Not to worry, it was removed in a jiffy.

One might ask, where on earth am I going with this story? Sometimes, I don’t even know. But, please stay with me as I figure it out. Silence, followed by more silence, followed by munching on a potato chip. Got it! Shit happens. This often-used maxim is not a golden standard of mine; however, given the circumstances it seems rather appropriate.

Several weeks ago, my husband and I were heading home on the local town road. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed a man down on his knees in front of a place of commerce. I asked my husband to pull over the car, and ran to offer my assistance. It appeared this man had taken quite a tumble. You could tell by the way he was talking that he felt most embarrassed by the situation.

Despite his discomfort, my husband and I decided to stay with him until he regained his composure. To help ease the tension, I made a simple remark, “I tripped on some wooden stairs a while back. That was no fun!” As I continued to talk, I kept hearing a phrase in the back of my mind that was quite different from what was coming out of my mouth. I kept hearing the words, Shit happens, as though I was being prompted to say this to the man, now safely seated in his car.

You want me to say what? (That’s me arguing with the greater intelligence). I’m not going to say shit happens to this nice gentleman. You tell him that! At this point I’m not quite certain who or what I was arguing with. All I know is that I was receiving pure inspiration to help comfort a person in need. At the time, I did not trust myself enough to deliver the message, and that’s a shame because this may have been exactly what he needed to hear to begin healing—a bit of levity.

Placing faith in the voice of inspiration has been an ongoing process for me. Writing has increased my ability to hear, through trusting the process of putting pen to paper. Once tapped, inspiration is the fountain of youth—the elixir of both promise and purpose—the very reason to arise each morning.

Asking is the first step, followed by an ardent sense of receptivity, and the willingness to hold conventional thought at bay. Best not to second guess inspiration as so many often do. Bringing a sense of calm and quiet to the dissenting voices is requisite to hearing inspiration.

Much like the Magic 8 Ball, our childhood thoughts of inspiration will appear, and prove to be your passport, your ticket, to a lifetime of happiness and fulfillment. Sometimes shit happens. Become inspired!