Yesterday I was struggling with an oversized chair, moving it on my porch. I noticed that a car pulled in front of my (new-to-me) condo and stopped beside the curb. A stranger about my age emerged, and she asked if I needed help. I noticed that she wore a large cross around her neck, the kind a nun might wear, but she otherwise was dressed in everyday clothes and had a calmness about her that caused me, without conscious thought, to give a slight bow of the head, hands at my heart, in a barely noticeable namaste prayer position. I smiled. “Thank you, no. I’m fine.”
My day was changed immeasurably, miraculously. Today, I will pass the energy forward.