My weekend....

It would often seem that everything in my life has been directed as a lesson in trust. Perhaps this is just another way of saying that everything in my life has been directed as a lesson in how not to fear. It would also seem that the experience of meaningful coincidences have a way of increasing when in a state of trust; a state which also implies a state of one being present in the moment. The eternal now. For everything else is as much a mental construct as any words that I may use to describe it.
I'm broke. I have several days of vacation. I choose to trust that it is as it is and I will be as things will be. My normal reaction would be to groan about having several days off without having any funds to support the usual day off activities. I arise and greet the day with a friendly gesture. Like the opening of a good book. I don't guess the ending, I read. And enjoy.
An unexpected check arrives in the mail from a very unlikely source. Hmmmmm.
I've been very strict with my caloric and carbohydrate consumption. I'm watching how often and how much I consume alcohol. My health depends on it.
I go to the local small friendly pub. I decided that it would be no more than one light beer for the night. I was undecided as to whether I would even eat. I figured that I would just see how things go. I was there mainly for the social contact. Ninety five percent of the food, although extremely delicious, would not tie into my dietary guidelines for the day. There was much chit-chat and a few laughs. The owner brought out (without me asking) a generous entree for us to sample (free of charge) that I could eat. (and I did) The Lady ordered a beautiful Reuben. I left almost a third of my beer with a full belly.
Its little things like that....