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Meeting an Angel in Disguise
I’m sitting in the airport lounge in Edmonton, Canada waiting for my flight home. It’s a sparkly, blue-sky day, sun shining, scattered puffy clouds.
Perfect weather for flying.
It’s been a wonderful weekend and as I think about heading home to summer with Michael and our friends, I’m having one of those ‘I feel so grateful I could burst’ moments.
Dreaming of gardens, hummingbirds and lazy afternoons, I notice a woman clearing a table nearby. Our eyes meet and I nod my head and say hello. She approaches, leans in, and whispers my name. We smile at each other.
Yes, it’s me, I tell her, I’m flying home after giving a speech in the city.
She quickly apologizes for the interruption, not wanting to intrude.
I invite her to sit.
Our visit is brief. We talk about books and life and making hard choices. I reach into my bag and pull out a copy of The Art of Extreme Self Care – grateful to have grabbed it moments before I left.
By now I’m a seasoned, spiritual traveler and I know that God often sends me someone who needs a little support when I’m on the road.
As I sign the book, I’m reminded of something Caroline Myss said during her talk yesterday afternoon – “Go out into the world and be a source of Grace for people.” I like that idea.
We finish talking, I wish her well, and we say our goodbyes.
She gets up to leave but stops, looking down at my leg. Then, she does something so tender and thoughtful, so exquisitely kind that my heart opens and love rushes in.
Removing a cloth from her apron, she bends down and gently wipes a spot off of the left knee of my black pants. Like a loving mother, she takes her time making sure to remove every bit of dirt gathered there.
“We can’t let you leave with that on your leg,” she tells me.
I look in her eyes, feeling Grace pour into my own heart.
“We’re all in this together,” she says as she turns and bids me farewell.
Yes we are, I tell her, feeling the oneness prompted by our moment.
I watch her walk to another section of the lounge to begin her ritual of clearing dishes and washing tables.
An angel disguised as a waitress.
We’re all in this together, I think to myself as I turn back to the window and stare at the planes coming and going.
Thank you, Edna, I whisper to the sky.
Thank you for making it a loving experience.
This Week’s Video
This week’s video is all about giving back. You can watch it here.