Transitions

Well....just two days before I was due to board my flight while I was in  Costco with my friend Noreen (Costco is a supermarket warehouse for giants -everything is mega sized and the space looks like an airline hanger!) - I received a phone call from our Board President that set in motion a chain of events which resulted in me delaying my departure date indefinitely...Such is the nature of unexpected change. I still have to pinch myself in the face of such a turnaround of events. On the one hand I feel very blessed to be able to stay on here - it's like I've really come home to my larger spiritual family - but at the same time it's a bit of a shock to the system. I miss everyone in my other home in Australia and New Zealand deeply, particularly Mum and Dad. Boo Hoo! Of course nothing is certain and I could be shipped home tomorrow to the Antipodes. I am awaiting the outcome of my visa application as I write. And I am facing my fears - fears of having insufficient income and means to look after myself.

So it's a journey of trust right now which was highlighted for me when my shopping trolley scraped the outside of the mirror of a car in the car park of another supermarket - Giant (which isn't as gigantic as Costco). I left a note under the windscreen of the car confessing 'trolley collision scratched paint' crime. As America has a reputation for being highly litigious soI feared the worst and took a blurry picture of the scratch. I drove away and some way up the road my phone rang: I answered in a timid tone expecting it to be about the you know what.

Me "Hello" I heard a deep slightly irritated sounding gruff voice on the other end of the phone 

Him "Yes, I am the person whose mirror you scraped. The car that you left the note on".

Me "Yes. I am sooooooo sorry".

Him: "Well, it's not the first time this has happened to me in that car park" (I wondered if the Giant Carpark was hexed) And it was was good of you to leave the note on my windscreen" (He wasn't to know that the two hemispheres of my brain had argued with one another at the time of the incident - one arguing for running away and leaving no note so I wouldn't have to pay the millions I didn't have - and the the other arguing for the braver more honest course of action come what may....). He paused...my fate hung in the balance. "So, don't worry. Thanks for leaving the note".
Me: Oh thank you. (Huge relief)

Here is a blurry picture of the trolley scratch on my new friend's car!

So I have some fear but this is balanced by a sense of elation too. Here is a picture of potentiality that my friend Noreen took of me at the US Botanic Gardens. Lets see if that happens?