A Course In Miracles
A Course In Miracles: Today I was running late for yoga. I skipped last week’s practice to sit in an office chair- something that happens more often than I like to admit. But instead of working on my birthday, I wanted to drive the Pacific Coast Highway… so I decided that I could give up yoga for a week.
But after 30 hours of overtime, followed by 30 hours on the road, I was desperate. My body was crying out for down dog, pigeon and a series of backbends. Today I was determined to be in the studio, on my mat, with plenty of time to warm up. I woke up an hour early and worked through lunch, giving myself just enough time to sneak away. I took the slowest elevator on the planet down to my car and walked to the parking garage. There I found my car, blocked in my boyfriend’s truck. This was going to set me back ten minutes.
“I will be on time.” I thought to myself. Taking a deep breath, I remembered one of my mantras for the day, “everything always works in my favor.”
I pulled out my phone and made a call upstairs. I walked slowly to my car, slid into the driver’s seat and smiled.
Years ago, I might have missed this miracle. I might not have seen that, for whatever reason, it was perfect that I was being held back a few minutes longer. I could have been in some tragic car accident and had I lived, everyone would say, “it’s a miracle!” But I don’t think God is always so dramatic. He simply makes sure that something slows me down, something keeps me on course. I miss the accident altogether. And all the time I am cursing the sky; “GOD, why would you make me late??? I was doing everything to be one time!?”
I didn’t have eyes to see that everything was always working out in my best interest.
One of my teachers, Christopher DeSanti, once asked a room full of students,
“How many of you can honestly say that the worst thing that ever happened to you, was the best thing that ever happened to you?”
It’s a brilliant question. Almost half of the hands in the room went up, including mine.
I’ve spent my whole life pretending to be General Manager of the universe. By the time I was a teenager, I thought I knew absolutely everything. Anyone telling me otherwise was a major nuisance. I resisted everything that was reality and always longed for something more, better, different. Whenever I didn’t get what I thought I wanted, I was in total agony over it.