May 24, 2017There are moments when things are just as they should be. Life feels good. Light. Happy. Easy.
I'm noticing this more and more and am grateful that regardless of what's going on, these moments linger.
An incident in the little village of Dryden last week proves to be no exception.
I'm on my way back from the yoga studio in Clarkston. It's getting a little late for a work day—going on 8 o'clock—and I'm eager to get home and unwind.
Fate steps in to make sure that isn't going to happen for at least another hour, but all I feel is lucky and blessed.
Lucky because I have a flat front tire. Lucky because it went flat out while I was going just 25 miles an hour. Lucky that I'm just two blocks east of the light at the four corners, and I'm able to pull over right in front of Dryden's beautiful Veterans Park.
At the park, there's a bank of pastel-colored lilac trees in full bloom and all out perfumey fragrance. The heady smell wafts through my open windows and lifts my spirit as I wait for the Paul's Towing driver.
I feel blessed because the blowout could have happened on Sunday on 696 or 275 while I was driving home from my mom's house. I would have been delayed for a whole lot longer than an hour, and would have had to negotiate my way over to the narrow shoulder on either of those high-speed, high-stress highways. Yes, this flat tire in Dryden is a blessing.
The Paul's Towing driver is a blessing too. He makes quick work of changing out the flat, and is kind enough to accompany me to the gas station to make sure there's enough air in the 'donut' spare. He takes a look at how the flat tire is worn, and shows me how it indicates that I needed a front end alignment. He checks out the other front tire and confirms the need. He doesn't have to take the time to show me these things. But he does, and I feel grateful.
So one tire leads to two, which also leads to another front end issue that I don't have to detail in order to make my point.
Several hundred dollars later, I'm still feeling good. Light. Happy. Blessed.
It occurs to me I may have caught a 'disease' I learned about while I was in yoga teacher training. Perhaps you're catching it too...
It was first diagnosed in 1983 by Saskia Davis, who made the following observations:
Here's a creeping disease you've got to watch out for. It's called Inner Peace, and if we're not careful, it could reach epidemic proportions. Signs and symptoms of Inner Peace include the following:
•An increased tendency to let things happen rather than make them happen.
•Frequent attacks of smiling.
•Feelings of being connected with others and nature.
•Frequent overwhelming episodes of appreciation.
•A tendency to think and act spontaneously rather than from fears based on past experience.
•An unmistakable ability to enjoy each moment.
•A loss of ability to worry.
•A loss of interest in conflict.
•A loss of interest in interpreting the actions of others.
•A loss of interest in judging others.
•A loss of interest in judging self.
•Gaining the ability to love without expecting anything in return.
If you have most of these symptoms, it may be too late to turn back. If you know someone with these symptoms, remain exposed at your own risk since Inner Peace may be well into its infectious stage.
I hope it's contagious!
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Catherine Minolli is Managing Editor of the Tri-City Times. She began as a freelance writer with the Times in 1994. She enjoys the country life, including raising ducks and chickens.