One day in January of 2014 I looked refrigerator door and found a ghost. There were so many notes, coupons, and pictures
stuck on my fridge that notes got lost. While clearing expired coupons, I found a sticky
note. It said
"hummus, sprouts, and jacket." My heart stopped. It
was put there by my dear deceased friend, Judy. I
recognized her handwriting. She had probably come
home with me, put her food in the fridge, her
jacket in the closet, and written a
note as a reminder to take them home. Now the
jacket she wanted to remember hangs in my closet. I
inherited it. Her body retired more than a year before, and
the note was there all this time, but I never noticed. How many things do we
overlook, not just one time, but consistently?
Is it possible that the answers we so desperately
seek are here all along, available to us but
overlooked? Enlightenment is about seeing what is
already here. While we are having a fit about being
in the dark, the light inside is always shining.
Things are just not the way they appear to the
conditioned mind, and if we want freedom, we have to realize that nothing is missing; everything is okay. Nothing missing.
Got it?
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