It was Thanksgiving Day and I was cruising the supermarket aisles like a mad woman picking up all the last minute items for that days celebration, you know, things that are absolutely needed like the eighth side dish and ice cube trays in the forms of turkeys.

I had an overflowing amount of soda cans and paper plates in my cart that kept falling off, and me picking them up and grunting while super annoyed.  I was the portrayal of an insane overprivileged mom.

Then an old voice behind me called out, “do you need some help young lady?” I turned annoyed at the fact that I looked like a person who might actually need some help.  My annoyance grew even more when the person offering the help was an old guy on a walker.  My limited mind immediately thought “this guy needs ME to help HIM!” I answered in the sweetest tone I could possibly find, “no thanks sir, I think I can handle it.”  And continued to browse the aisles in the search to find wholeness and satisfaction.

Finally, I’m at the cash register unloading all the stuff that everyone could have gone without, and behind me I hear the old voice again, “have you ever heard of KISS?” he calmly said to me.  I turned, this time very curious more than annoyed, “you mean the band?” I answered. He laughed, an old raspy yet comforting laugh.  “Keep It Simple Stupid, that’s KISS.”

My initial reaction was to take offense.  Was this guy telling me I looked stupid?! Then my limited mind took another turn and I laughed, a surprised relieved type of laugh.  I answered, “I needed to hear that, thanks for that.”  He smiled and winked.

That old guy on a walker helped me out more than I could have ever helped him or myself that day.  He reminded me that in simplicity we can find happiness and joy.  He reminded me that by keeping things simple I can actually enjoy the beauty of moments for what they truly are and not what I am trying for them to become.  Life is beautiful as it is.

It’s funny how my greatest life lessons always come from the most unexpected of places.


The Kiss. Photo Credit: gabynarvaez

No Resolutions Here, Rather I’ll Start a Revolution

I was sitting in Mass on New Years Day, and I was as surprised as any to find myself there to be honest, I am not a dedicated Mass goer.  However, I woke up on the first day of 2016 and a little voice in the back of my head was whispering: “go to mass, there might be something there for you.” And so I got up, groggy as we had gone to bed at 2:30 AM after a full night of family gatherings, little children shenanigans and well everything that comes along with those two things, enough said.

I got dressed and hurried out of our hotel room, as we were on vacation in Florida.  The mass started and I was sleepy, so very sleepy and started to regret listening to that little voice, who the hell is that little voice anyway?  But I started to really focus on what the priest was saying to not think of my tiredness, and then I heard it, this young priest said exactly the nugget of wisdom that had called out to me that morning, and the whole reason why I had to be there: “let’s forget about resolutions, instead lets start revolutions.”

At that point I hadn’t even thought about what my new years resolutions would be if any, but it struck me right then and there, that I wanted to start a revolution, a personal one that is.  I wanted to listen and explore who that little voice was, I want to get to know that little voice.  I started to look back and think about all the times that I have listened, really listened, meaning I have actually done what that little voice says, and I can’t think of a single moment when I regretted following it’s instructions.  So, who then is that Little Voice? Where does it come from? How does it know?

I don’t know, but that my friends will be my personal revolution of 2016, I will get to know, and hell, maybe even become besties with the Little Voice.

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New Year’s Fireworks. photo credit: gabynarvaez