The world awaits you. How are you showing up?
One of my favorite quotes is from author Mervyn Peake: The world awaits you. I love this sentiment so much that I have it as a magnet on my refrigerator. It serves as a daily reminder to take account of how I’m living my life and am I doing what my heart asks.
Normally I like to share with you little wisdoms I’ve learned for best ways to take care of your physical, emotional, and mental well-being. But instead of my usual techniques and tips, today I want to tell you a story about someone who inspired me in such a surprising way that it automatically shifted my perspective of what it means to show up for a world that awaits you.
On June 12th of this year at 3am, I drove to a home I’ve never been to before to pick up a beautiful 21-yr-old woman I’ve never met before. We were heading to the airport to fly to Phoenix, AZ to have sessions with a naturopath/quantum energy healer. We needed this trip because we were both struggling in our own ways.
Since January I’ve been experiencing severe inflammation and pain in my legs due to septic blood bacterial infection from chronic Lyme disease and the destruction of the glial cells (the glue for my central nervous system) from herbicide poisoning, specifically the chemical called Roundup. Today’s newsletter picture is the actual swelling in my leg while on a prescription anti-inflammatory and Prednisone. It’s clear to see nothing was working.
Once my travel companion and I landed in Phoenix, we hopped in an Uber and sat back for a 90-minute ride to our destination. The 30-ish aged man behind the wheel was a pleasant, thoughtful conversationalist and we enjoyed listening to his thoughts and opinions.
With our (continued) prodding, we learned that in his younger years he had been homeless on the streets of New York City for seven years. But one brutally cold night changed everything for him. Faced with the real possibility of freezing to death, he promised himself and God if he made it through the night, he’d find a better way to live.
He moved to California and two years later met his wife at his workplace. Then three and a half years ago they moved to Phoenix because it had become too expensive to live in California. They both worked full-time and the car we were riding in was the first he owned.
Fast forward to the present and we learned that the same one-bedroom apartment they rented a few years back for $700/mo, was now a whopping $1700/mo. He was not complaining only stating a fact as we were talking about the country’s changing economics since COVID and the escalating challenges many more people now face just trying to pay bills.
All too soon, our time was up with him as he pulled into the healer’s driveway. As I struggled to get out of the car, my travel companion headed to the trunk with the driver to collect our bags. I heard him exclaim in shock, “You’re kidding me, right? You mean this? This is for me?”
She said, “Yes, you deserve it. You work hard and you took good care of us.”
I heard his voice choke with emotion. “Can I give you a hug?” he asked. “You have no idea what this means to me. You made my month.”
When inside the healer’s house, I turned to my lovely young travel partner and said, “You tipped him a hundred-dollar bill, didn’t you.”
She said no. “I gave him two hundred.”
I was momentarily floored and must have looked it.
She simply shrugged. “He needed it.”
This kind and intuitive 21-yr-old knew exactly what to do in a world that awaits her—she listened to her heart and without hesitation, followed through. In my opinion, this is how humanity will change, one person at a time supporting another person who needs it. We don’t need politicians or lawyers or clergy or anyone to enforce laws or tell us how to create a better world. We only need do what our heart asks in each moment.
I will never forget this perfect example of what generosity of spirit looks like. Since this experience I learned that Uber drivers make less than 40% of the fare and must use their gas and vehicle. To drive 90 minutes one way and another back to Phoenix would have cost most of what Uber would pay him. No wonder the first driver we had lined up canceled on us when he realized our destination.
I tell this story because it shifted something in me that needed it, and that’s what my goal is each week—to find a way to share information I find helpful in my journey to my best life. Maybe you’ll find it useful too.
And as always, I’m available for private sessions if you need deeper understanding, support, or guidance in the form of energy work or intuitive life coaching.
P.S. I am beginning to feel better and so is she.