Inspiration Sources- Part II

I felt so good after writing Inspiration Sources, I needed to get up from the grated, green iron table at the University Center patio and walk around.  The energy was bubbling up through me and I needed to do something with it.  So I walked.  I didn’t know where I was walking to; I slowly and leisurely strolled along the red brick paths of the College of William and Mary.  I took a moment to appreciate the lush green field of the Sunken Gardens.  Was this the last time I will the Gardens before I leave town later this week?  All the rain of the last 48 hours produced such a soft, warm feeling to the Gardens.  At the far end, there was a white cloth “poster” spray-painted with the words “Make Love, Not War” hug on the brick wall outlining the Gardens.  In the middle of the sign, was a large Peace Symbol.   Underneath were paintings with bright, vivid colors on long rectangular wooden boards that were leaning against the same brick wall.  I breathed in the idea of making a world of art.  I felt full, full of Beauty.  I noticed two young women lying on a blanket, on the wet green grass just off to the side of the sign and artwork.  My total appreciation produced a chorus of giggled smiles.  I continued walking on the very uneven red brick paths.

I crossed Richmond Rd to the island that intersects Richmond, Jamestown and S. Boundary Roads that have this amazing, vibrant flower garden.  My first day here in Williamsburg, an older gentleman was putting in the flowers and the fragrant cedar chips in the bed.  He did well.  One can tell by his skin and eyes while that he it was hard work, work he enjoys and has for many years.  But I don’t get the sense it started out that way.  I believe he got the job because he needed a job and people that have his color skin can’t find decent jobs here in The South very easily.  But he has grown to love his work with the soil, cedar chips, flowers, and watering- even though his back often hurts at night.  He did good work- thoughtful, gentle and careful.  These are traits of a great gardener. I should have said thank you to him that first day here for his work.  I could tell then the fruits of his labor would produce a slice of heaven, they did.  After one more acknowledgment of this work of art by man and Creator, I continued onto S. Boundary.  “Make Love, Not War”.

I then saw an attractive young woman walking in the same direction as me whom, I thought I recognized.  Of course, they all look attractive to me.  I need to get laid!  We arrived at a street corner simultaneously and she warmly greeted me, “Hi!”  I asked her where I knew her form with a slight suspicion I already knew.  She said, “From Friday night.”  That is what I thought.  She participated in a group meditation, visualization and discussion I facilitated on Friday night with a bunch of young activists after we had a potluck dinner.  She was high on Friday night.  This evening, sober and lighted by the still shining sun, she looked so much more attractive.  She was wearing red lipstick on and it complimented her fare skin nicely. I wondered how old she was.  She asked me if I was going to the art show at the Meridian Cafe? I said no, since I didn’t even know about it.  At this point we ere there; we walked in together.  As soon as we entered the main room through front door, there she was, my Williamsburg Guardian Angel standing there beaming.  She had just received Reiki Attunements and training earlier on Friday and we finished on Saturday afternoon.  Radiant, alive and glowing- Reiki in flesh.  She asked if we could talk outside on the front porch and I assured her we could as soon as I experienced the artwork being exhibited. 

The art, although infuse with some depression and darkness, had some similar quality to my own work.  It was amusing to see such common styles with such drastically different effects and results.  He has the same way of relating to genitalia that I do.  It would not surprise me has is not aware of it consciously when he creates these images.  I was not till everybody started pointing it out to me.   This experience was informative for me.

I joined W.G.A. on the front porch. We sat on the wooden hanging bench and we swung and talked of a while.  She had Reiki questions and experiences to share.  She is so alive right now; such vitality in her cheeks, rich smile and sparkling eyes that let me and anyone know that She Got It!  We decided to walk for a bit as dusk was falling over us.  We stopped to look at some brown and white spotted cows.  The fragrance of cow manure tickled the senses; it is a smell I thoroughly enjoy.  We leaned against the old beat-up wooden fence.  When both ready, we finished our walk and sat on the steps of her front stoop.  More red bricks; her house and steps.  We were both glowing with the Divine Presence by reflecting in each other- sharing, mirroring and expanding together.

I am sitting in a booth with a nicely finished maple drinking decaf coffee at Sal’s Restaurant.  All day I was daydreaming about coming here to enjoy his eggplant parmigiana.  I did, now I am finishing off the meal, the day and this piece with my blue Pilot Easy Touch pen, the last couple of pages in this book and a rich, dense cup of Italian decaf.  Sometimes, the force of gratitude seems to great and powerful; I pass it on so someone else can remember why we are here too. 

This olive green and tan hardcover spiraled notebook has been good for me.  This is the pad that I began to leap and let my Voice speak.  This notebook has done North Carolina, Virginia, Maryland, Philly, Jersey, upstate New York, jersey again, Pennsylvania again, a job interview in South Boston, VA and will be laid to rest here in Williamsburg- where Reiki has oozed out my pores in ways like never before.  Yep, this is that notebook.

As I pass from one notebook to the next, I become aware of the passing on of inspiration from one mentor to student, who is also a mentor to others and passes that inspiration to a student.  And so it goes, notebook to notebook, mentor to student an student to  mentor.

Gratitude is contagious.