The chart we were talking about was mine. Each class member's chart had already been analyzed over our previous six weeks as they learned chart synthesis techniques. One of the things I was in process of talking about was how my difficulties in my teen years cause me to have a special place in my heart for young people, and how many I had mothered and cared for along the years.
As I spoke, there was an unexpected knock on the door. The young man looked sheepish. 'Excuse me ma'am but there's no one else around I've seen here tonight and I'm really thirsty. Would you happen to have a bottle of cold water I could have?'
The synchronicity of my talking about my care for the young, and an opportunity to offer generosity in that moment was a beautiful little gift, where life demonstrates truth in strange and amazing ways.
It reminded me of a meditation class I had taught at my home more than twenty years ago. As we began to settle in and I was speaking of following the breath with mindful concentration, and allowing sounds in the background to fade while they could hear only the sound of my voice …. suddenly, instantly, and loudly … the sound of a jackhammer began. We opened up the drapes to see a utility crew truck that had pulled up in front of my house and had begun to dig up the street.
What a test! For everyone. Naturally the disruption pulled everyone right out of the meditative trance state and when we finished laughing we went back into focus with renewed effort. Within a short time, the truck packed up and drove off. If I hadn't had witnesses I might have imagined it was a mirage.