“The Right Place at the Right Time”
“Everyone will have moments when their true identity is offered to them, their integrity and with it their life direction. Quite often it is when they are looking for something else. Anyone who has ever believed in them, strengthened their wholeness, and offered them their love will be there with them then, no matter how long ago it was or how far away.”
The above passage comes from the chapter called “The Link,” one in which Rachel relates the story of the young King Arthur. This is such a powerful story, how all of our experiences sometimes come together in an aligned moment to reveal some kind of collective purpose. Taking this to heart, I can more easily accept present moments that may not seem that important as having some purpose for me, or for someone else for that matter, that is not readily apparent. Believing that, I am more accepting of everything I encounter and everyone I meet.
This particular theme is present throughout our book. And it is within the intention I had in mind this past week in suggesting we practice meeting our opportunities. Sometimes we get so busy moving from moment to moment, or are so focused on the destination, that we miss the steps we are taking to get there. And in missing the steps, we miss out on what can make life so meaningful.
As I said in the message I posted mid-week, the idea of appreciating each step of my day was one of the things I put into practice while on sabbatical in France two years ago. The more successful I was at doing this, the more “opportunities to meet” I recognized. A trip to the grocery store wasn’t just about being back at home with a dozen eggs, for instance, it was filled with moments in which I encountered people, each encounter providing me with the opportunity to meet someone. And a perfectly wonderful way to meet someone is just to smile at them.
The more I recognize that each moment is perfectly structured, the more I feel I am always in the right place at the right time.
Link to Book: “My Grandfather’s Blessings”