It is 10 am on Thursday, and I am sitting in the Carlingview Airport Inn, waiting to go to the Airport. We are having an April Storm, one of those nasty ones with freezing rain all day, threatening to delay flights. Nevertheless, here in the hotel room
quiet, planes haven't stopped flying overheard since 6am. I still hope to get to Edmonton at 4:30 today.
Despite the edge of anxiety about possible delays, I have had many moment of peace this morning. I am given a chance to practice being in this moment,
seeing all the advantages I have in this quiet room, knowing that I am cared for, even if the plane is delayed. So many aren't; so many will lose part of their only vacation; others will find the extra expenses hard if there are delays and cancellations. From
my cared-for place, I send out peace to them; I witness their distress, knowing that there is nothing I can do to fix it, but trusting in the power of compassion as an energy in itself. I know not how, who, or where, but I trust that being in that energy myself
somehow contributes to a more peaceful atmosphere, even if it is just for me...one less person in distress.