It seems it’s time to get busy living again. Ever since I relocated back to Iowa, there have been so many changes. I needed adjustment time. And now I’m apparently adjusted. (Don’t hurt yourself laughing!)
Years ago while I was working at the Crisis Center, a woman came into the office. She reached out to shake my hand, and during our hand shake, she handed me a few folded bills. Then she hugged me. I had never seen this woman before, and I haven’t since. But I have never forgotten her.
During this hug, she whispered in my ear: “Keep shining your bright light for others to see.” Then we broke the embrace, and she smiled and walked away.
I have often thought about what message she was giving me. Clearly it was intended directly for me. Was she thanking me for helping a friend or family member? Was she herself in need of help? Or was she there to encourage me?
After she left, I realized that I did not know her name or how to reach her. All I knew was what I felt by her presence. And the message she left me with. I wrote it down and posted it near my desk. I saw that note and her words every day. I tried to remember that the people I came into contact with were in difficult places and needed support and encouragement. Kindness. Love. I tried to keep that light shining every day.
But in all honesty, over these past few months, my light began to dim. Until it reached merely a glimmer. I was so busy arranging the details of my life. Training in a new job, relocating to a new home, training for a promotion, a child in the hospital..twice, and then another job transfer. But all of a sudden, I feel as if I’ve landed. Finally. And it’s time to live again. Shine again.
My new boss blew some oxygen my way on the first day of my transfer. As if using a bellows on the final glowing embers of a fire. I don’t think she knew it, but she found a spark. Then before long the flicker of a new flame. This little light of mine, she’s ready to shine.