There are some times in this life when if feels like the Universe has LEFT THE BUILDING. The earth is spinning off its axis. The inane is normal and the normal is clearly in hiding with Witness Protection.
And at certain rare times the usual outlets for process, reflection, quietude are just as absent as the normal and all that's left to do is this:
1) Put on loud music
2) I mean REALLY loud music
3) Put on running shoes
4) Abandon all the undoneness present
5) Hair in pigtails
6) Open the front door
7) Run away from home
At these certain inexplicable moments, I've found prayers full of expletives to be particularly effective at eliciting a response from the Universe. Mine usually sound like this:
(WARNING: If you are faint of heart or opposed to swear words, don't bother reading on.)
"What the fuck? You have got to be fucking kidding me. Now if all this ridiculousness is REALLY the way this is supposed to be the way it is, then send a fucking sign."
And voila:
I'm sure some just take this as a quarter. They're free to. I get a certain relief from believing that I'm getting reassurance -- everything is just fine.
So today, I'm driving all around hell and gone. And I see this bumper sticker: Try Wait... I don't wait for much. I'm impatient. I'm fidgety. I'm efficient and I want the Universe to be efficient, too, goddammit.
But it stuck with me. And I thought to myself, today -- just today, I'm going to TRY WAIT.
So time passes. Miles pass. Headed home. I see, on the side of the road a few miles from my house, a person on a horse with two pack horses behind him. I think a million thoughts all at once. Who is that? Where are they coming from? Where are they headed? How do they know they can pass on that property? What the fuck? Who does that? I WILL NEVER KNOW.
So time passes. I -- having another day, like the few preceding it, that seems particularly Universe Left The Building-esque, so I do #1-#7 above and resolve to have a few more choice words with whatever or whoever listens.
I'm in a state of NON-acceptance. I'd prefer things to be a bit different. And they're not. There's a divide between the way things are and how I think they should be. And so I'm in unrest. And I let it all out in my run. Whenever I got to the What the fucks? or the You've got to be fucking kidding mes...well, money appeared in my way.
I rounded the corner to come home and who should I run into but Man On Horse With Two Pack Horses Trailing. I WILL KNOW.
I didn't find out this name. But he comes from Montana. Going to Big Sur, a few hours north of here. Via Mexico, which I guess you can safely say is the scenic route. I was intrigued. A Johnny Appleseed among us? Adventurer? I got to ask all my questions and saved the best for last. How long has it taken you to get here from Montana?
He replied, 'Since 1993.'
Try Wait embodied.
Be patient. The Universe whispered it to me today. The answers will come. And furthermore, it will all be Okay (even outside the Corral).
And of course, it was clear, my magic money finds of the day -- well, they belonged to him.
