My Prayer

Today was supposed to be the continuing saga of psychic dating - but something else has come along that is foremost in my thoughts. I had to run some errands this morning for mailing supplies and other office related things. I made a stop at the co-op after for some fresh greens, garlic and olive oil then headed home the back way. Going through the very lovely town of Castleton, Vermont, I saw a van parked on the side of the road. Near by were two men picking up cans by the roadside. What struck me about both of these men was that they were wearing pajama bottoms, were unshaven and looked quite intoxicated. The van had hit a mailbox and sliced it into two and the men were ready to get back in the van and were about to be driving on the same road with me.

'Happy you are not driving a Toyota,' I thought. But in my heart I could not help but think - 'oh my - what path you have chosen for yourself - so challenging.'

Whenever I see someone like this I stay away from feeling sorry for them, but remember in my heart and soul that these are my fellow human beings and for whatever reason this is the road they have chosen to take. I may not like their personalities or how they act out - but I love them as my fellow man. So what come out my mouth next is this - "May all the dreams and aspirations from your higher self manifest for you. May you find your way to grace, love and joy in your life and live your days in peace."

If I had not immediately passed a police car headed in their direction, my next stop would have been the local police station to rat on them.

There but by the grace of God go I.