Hey Bus Driver…

You’ve perfectly described grace. All I know is that I must be “willing” to stand at the bus stop. That’s my part. Then the bus, the driver and the route that’s right for me, at the level of consciousness that I am at, will and does eventually show up. Now it becomes weather or not I want to get on the bus and go. When and if I do, I am often surprised to find I am surrounded by other like minded riders who are headed in a similar direction. (Sorta like going to summer camp, though I actually never did.) What I don’t know is exactly where I am going or how to get there. But if I trust that the driver does, then I go along for the adventure. You know, sometimes I get off at a stop that’s actually not my stop. Which becomes pretty obvious after a short while. But no worries, as you said, the bus is always coming round’ so I can get back on when I am ready.

It’s interesting to see that sometimes the people I’m traveling with get off before I do, and very often I don’t understand why, and it makes me sad. But then a little while later I realize it creates a seat for someone new to get on board, who just may have a snack lunch to share with me. And I am delightfully surprised to find out, I have just made a new friend. And down the road we go…

Hey, want half my Sandwich?