
Ro Paxman
Light By a Sidewalk
"How will I get there?" Meg asked, her worry dripping from her brow. "I'll get lost."
I pointed. "See the signs? Follow them. If you follow them, you'll be able to get anywhere you need to go. If you get lost, keep wandering around until you see a sign. It's pretty here and the walk will be pleasant."
She knit her eyebrows together.
I nodded at her.
Reassured, she wandered away.
As I thought of her that night, my heart said a little prayer of gratitude. Being with her had given me a chance to practice being calm and peaceful when other people are not.
I found her the next day, trudging up the hill, her eyes still knit together in worry. "I can't find the building," she said, tired and flustered.
I pointed. "See the sign? Just follow it. The building you want is right up there."
She turned and started marching up the hill.
"If you'll slow down," I said, smiling, "I'll walk with you."
As we began our journey together, she expressed her concerns that the food we would eat at lunch wouldn't be good and that the wait staff would be rude.
"You can relax," I said. "You can anticipate that everyone here will be nice to you because they will be."
She looked at me, stunned.
I continued. "You can anticipate that the food will be good because it is all wonderful."
She stared at my face.
I smiled again, softness filling my own brow. I repeated, "You can relax and enjoy yourself. You can anticipate that everyone here will be nice to you and you can also anticipate that the food will be good. Give yourself permission to believe that you are being taken care of."
As we continued our journey towards the cafeteria, she walked in peaceful silence, not knowing what to say.
The next day, as I walked past the swimming pool, I heard a woman laugh with delight as she played in the pool during a water class. The sound of her tinkling joy was so remarkable that I went into the next building and found a friend. "You have to hear this sound," I told her.
When she heard the sound of the laughter, she said, "That's Meg."
"Really? That's Meg?" I wouldn't have guessed that.
The next time I saw Meg I told her that I had heard her laughing in the pool. "Your voice was filled with so much joy that I didn't recognize it was you. You sounded happy."
She smiled at me. "I am happy. Thanks."
Jerry Garcia said, "Once in a while you get shown the light in the strangest of places if you look at it right."
I suppose that means you can also find light by a sidewalk.
- Ro

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