Between road construction and an errant GPS…

you find yourself in a cull de sac miles away from a location you intended to visit

you hear the “ train of frustration” in your head blowing it’s horn….. anxious to roll

but you are alone…. You….. you have to rely on yourself and that G Guy you profess rides with you as you go along

you consciously move over and let Him have at it

He does something you didn’t consider….. He turns off the motor…. throws the keys in the floor….hits the lever to push the seat as far away from the console as possible……. Reclines the seat …..lays back tips his hat and slides it over His face

Silent……you surrender and do the same

minutes later you drift off and are awakened by a postman who needs to get to a mailbox you are blocking

he waves…. You wave…. All good

shoulders relaxed….. face relaxed…..nerves relaxed

you hear your Spirit laughing…softly says

” sometimes the fix is to stop and let the universe catch up”

you see the sign for the spot you were looking for

realizing you probably pasted it before

But you were blinded by a desire to control and therefore incapable of observing

sometimes the “ fix” is simply to stop

always …..david