On my walk this morning…
I was going around the lake and one of the docks had an American flag hanging on it. I was immediately transported to both the song “I'm proud to be an American” and my time after college spent in England and Germany.
I remember landing in London. I was so young and it was exciting and exhilarating. Great big city, culture to explore, and take in the food, the streets, driving on the wrong side of the road, it was incredible.
But then I didn't have friends. I was set up with one person who could be a friend and she was great. We went and saw a movie a couple of items; she had been staying in London for a while. That filtered away and then…
I started feeling a little bit homesick.
I would ride on the streets in a cab or in the car, and occasionally would see the American flag hanging, and I would long for home and think about how proud I was to be born an American.
And then I would have the opposite sensation…
I'd be out to dinner and there would be Americans in the restaurant, and they would be so rude to the waiters and waitresses. So loud, so obnoxious, I couldn't stand it…and then I was embarrassed to be an American. I'd shrink in my seat, hide behind the menu.
Today I'm still proud to be an American. Living here with our freedoms, our liberties. Being able to create a business around yoga, with essential oils. Free to read the tarot cards, interpreting them as archetypes, searching through the images and symbols long lost to us today…but resurrected each time I look into the beautiful stained glass images in the cards.
I'm free to operate this business, to serve others, to engage with others who are searching for meaning, searching for a deeper connection to their own spirit, to something greater…that is themselves. God the cosmos the universe what have you. I'm free to go to church, I’m free to sit next to my child, to witness all the goodness of the world through a spiritual connection to something that is bigger than us; but that brought us together through love, family, deep, deep meaning of life.
I look forward to serving, to offering, to sharing…and this is, my dear, a Musing for today.
Peace
