Blogging is a tool that intrigues me, but is one of many tools that I often only yearn to connect with… so here I am filling that yearning… why?  Really, due to an inspiration that flew into me like a butterfly, which during this present summer is a rarity from the constant gray weather.

I walked into the Mobil station for a cup of Joe… I didn’t want the cafe style coffee that tries too hard to be “good” coffee, but in these parts is usually burnt and acidic, I wanted something reliably smooth.  Strangely enough that comes from the stereotypical gas station where the coffee is kept warm in an insulated container, not heated within some fancy heated contraption where the acidity is brought out of the coffee.  I recently was educated on these things, thus my vast depth of intelligence on the matter that goes as deep as I have just displayed.  Usually this awareness results in my “perfect cup” made using a Miele coffee maker one cup at a time, fresh and tasty.

But alas, this was not the source of my inspiration, only the road map to it.  It was the small series of events that took place following my lengths to get this cup of  simple, tasty, (but more importantly) not burnt, coffee, that led me to a register where stood a young woman in her twenties who announced to me that my refill would cost me $1.08; “one ‘O’ eight”, as she said.

I responded, “did you know that that it a very auspicious number?”  She only faintly looked up at me, but said nothing.  I continued to try to converse with her after a considerably lengthy effort at entering my debit card information into their little card machine.  As I spoke about some pieces of paper on the counter that looked like those kind that get stamped when one buys coffee so that they can get one free; she responded with a lighthearted recital of a lottery they were having to win a six-pack of soda, a gallon of milk, or some other product enticing enough to garner someone buying $15 worth of coffee for a slight chance to win.

But this woman’s eyes; these attributed to my sitting here while I await the 6hr 52min restoration (likely to become 2 hours in human time) of a clients failed iMac, while I write what you presently read.

They were sad eyes.  Bored eyes.  Eyes that had not seen much of the world.  Eyes that knew nothing of auspiciousness or mystery.  Eyes that displayed the reality that so many people live in, and this deeply intrigues me. 

How can so many people live under a shroud that belies to them how they, how we, live presently is acceptable to the rest of the universe?  I mean, come on, I don’t really need to convince you that we are not alone, do I?  Surely in the billions and trillions of galaxies and planets there is more life than on this little mustard seed we reside on?  Surely you know that we are limited in scope to even detect if life lives in fire or other “purifying” substances?  I mean what do we really know about energy.   Surely you know that we know very little of our physical reality? 

This knowing is deep in each of us.  We all know, albeit deeply, how we live is not copacetic.  The problem is, what can we do?  Well, I wasn’t inspired to write about that today, and I don’t want to “give” answers… my pea brain is not suited well for that.  Instead, I want to be in awe.

I am in awe.  I am in awe that this person has not been given a chance to see something more simply because she grew up where she did, with the parents she did or her “circumstances”.  Of course I don’t truly know.  All I really know is that if it is not true of her it is true of millions of others who are living their lies as though they are deep truth.  It is the nature of this time.  That we live one way while our hearts and souls yearn for a release from the torment of the harm we are knowingly or unknowingly doing to ourselves and other living entities.  “Our” world moves along at such a ridiculous clip that we seldom slow down to be in awe about it.  So I am celebrating that right now.  I am in awe.

I am in awe that a person might find themselves in a slightly different moment and awaken to a world greater than their own.  I am in awe that our culture is pushing us toward a moment in time that none of us can fathom in our present way of living.  Who would have thought that twitter would rule the media, lawyers in court, or housewives at home thirty years ago?  What will come in the next five years will so totally blow us away that I am in awe at how our world is flowing with the tides of the universe’s river we are immersed in, as higher consciousness, call it awareness, calls to us. 

My personal beliefs are that enormous transformation is taking place.  Yet, I am in awe at how such a vast group of our global population is not hearing that call within, or more appropriately, the lengths we as a species can go to to ignore it.  It is not with judgment I look at this, it is with awe.  No one should be forced.  If one is not ready for their own transformation, than they will not transform; when they are, they will, as simple as that. 

Our consciousness is evolving.  We are physically evolving in parallel with our conscious evolution.  Look around… the likes of Twitter, Facebook, you name it in technology.  These things become mainstream very fast.  They may not make sense to you or someone else, but they are evolutions in conscious communication, whether you believe it or not.  Did you know that?  If you or I think or believe something, it matters not to evolution of consciousness.  That evolution will go on whether we are involved or not.  We can choose to evolve, sometimes with great difficulty, but it is our own choice. 

This is where I break down in awe. 

We choose. 

It is humbling.  No one can be blamed for our choices.  Sure we can create icons and boost them onto a pedestal where we place ourselves at their feet feeling we could never do what they did or be what they have become, but then we would miss the lessons that they teach because “that is for someone greater than me”.

awe…