So I’m sitting down to meditate, and as is sometimes the case, being still brings up emotions that I’m too distracted to deal with when I’m busy. If it’s really bad, I defer the meditation for a few minutes, and talk to the Universe. God, Spirit, Cosmos. Whoever or Whatever’s listening.
This morning I let the Universe have it between the eyes. No holds barred. I had complaints. Justifiable complaints. Complaints about unfairness, about things in my life that are NOT going according to plan. Things that are a great annoyance, inconvenience and downright WRONG. Things that I don’t have a f***ng clue how to deal with. Things that make me feel helpless. I was wound up!
As I was almost at the end of my diatribe, I heard some sand hill cranes in flight squawking their heads off. They have a honking squawk you can hear a mile away.
It made me laugh out loud! I had a sneaking suspicion those cranes were the Universe’s humorous way of telling me how I sounded. Squawk squawk squawk. Anyway, I felt better after squawking and got on with my meditating.