A few minutes later we cross into Virginia.
I commented to both of them how grateful I was that we didn't crash, didn't have an accident, and how I've frequently had nightmares about getting into one, or hearing Squee get into one, while we were on the phone. (We talk on the phone while driving a lot, because of our long distance relationship.)
We were all really shaken by it, all grateful too.
Even days later though there's something about the whole incident and my gratitude that's stuck with me. It has to do with perspective.
In that moment, the likelihood of a terrible accident was high. I was grateful that things didn't work out the way they looked like they probably would. But there was (and still are) other ways to frame that.
I am also simultaneously grateful that:
- My brakes work so well.
- Missy has great reflexes.
- The guy behind us managed to slip to the side.
- No one was hurt.
I see that I can see my expectations fall away as well as my mindful attention to what is actually happening . They're two sides of the same coin, yin and yang.
Each moment I'm alive, there's an infinite number of things not happening, and an equally huge number of things that are.
I see that when I'm present, mindful, and open I have a limitless power to use that. Even now I have this awareness that I'm being constantly reborn into the present moment, constantly moving through an infinite sea of possibilities, outcomes, choices, and actions.
It's magnificent.