The Right Place

Over recent weeks, I have had several opportunities to be reminded that being in the right place is a gift.  I used to think of being in the “right place at the right time” as describing some sort of windfall or opportunity that falls in one’s lap.  Lately, I have been in the right place, and it feels like the right purpose for being alive.

1)  I pulled into a huge parking lot at a park to take children to play there, when the only other vehicle driver parked in the lot needed a cable jump for his battery.  Thing was, this individual drove a van for his job that supports all transit buses in my county when they fail.  Apparently, I arrived at the moment his own vehicle failed despite being regularly maintained to help other failing vehicles.

2)  I was hiking alone in my favorite place and ended up being able to help 8 “lost” people by showing them a shortcut and taking one family member back to their campground to get the family’s van and sustenance after they had hiked for 6 hours without water.

3)  Lastly, while this does not help anyone, I was in the right place to “win” a game played with my daughter at Easter that could easily be called an “intuition game” you can try with friends/family.  It is a testament to nonverbal communication, and whatever was happening between me and my daughter worked that day!

Here’s how you play the game of Tip!:

  • You place a few handfuls (50+) of jelly beans (or any small item) on a table.
  • One person in a group volunteers to be a “chooser,” and one a “picker.”
  • The “chooser” chooses a single bean and points to it for everyone in the group to see, while the “picker” closes their eyes.
  • The “picker” opens their eyes after given the okay, and all watch in silence as that person starts picking one bean at a time and drawing it to them.
  • When the picker touches the bean that had been chosen by the “chooser,” everyone in the group shouts “TIP!” at them.

When my daughter and I played these roles in 2 rounds, the first bean I touched was the Tip! bean she had chosen, and the next round I won by getting all the beans down to the last that was the chosen one.  So no one had to yell at me (whew!).  We beat a family record on 2 accounts that day. . .

Below is an excerpt from my organic psychology course work that describes the “lost tribe” (ha!) event:

I went to my favorite place to heal– a bluff trail of about 7 miles that loops high above the ocean, down along the beach, and across farmland thanks to a generous farmer who allows the public to skirt his property for trail access.  Fortunate for me, I was there mid-day when hawks were circling.  I have always felt a strong connection to hawks and could watch them fly all day.  If they hover near me on the bluff, I feel they are observing me as I observe them– a two-way nonverbal communication.  One flew up to my level on the bluff and looked straight at me before everything below happened.  The sun was out and about 60 degrees, with hardly any trace of the spring snowstorm the week prior, other than a few strands of unmelted snow deep in the cool wild grasses alongside the trail.  

I sat down at the top of the bluff about 3 miles in to meditate a bit before proceeding down to the beach, and a family of 8 people encountered me.  They were visiting from Canada, had been walking for 4 hours from a campsite North of where we were, had no water with them, and were looking for a quicker way to return than from where they had started.  Basically they felt lost, tired, and thirsty.  As luck (or nature) would have it, I was in the right place at the right time to be able to provide them assistance.  I showed them a shortcut along the lagoons near the beach (easier walking on packed muddy earth than rocky beach), and took the dad of the family back to my parked car above the farmland a few miles.  During the walk with his twin 20-something daughters as we exchanged information, I was able to even mention the study of ecopsychology and my desire to lead or teach small groups of people.  After I drove him back to his van parked at the campsite so he could return to his family with water and sustenance, he shook my hand and said he was extremely grateful for the help.

This whole experience felt like an encouragement from nature, that I can actually have something to offer others if I continue on this path listening to my heart in nature.  Normally I tend to walk alone everywhere since I have severe allergies to dogs so cannot have a four-legged companion, and enjoy being alone in nature.  This time, it was as if I was being led to lead others in the way that I dream about someday having the confidence to do.  I felt empowered and realized being in “the right place,” which I have often thought about as when something good falls in one’s lap, can be equally as right when able to meet the needs of others.  My knowledge of the natural area I love (that loves me back) allowed that to happen.  

About Erin W

A sensitive plant, bamboo strong.
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One Response to The Right Place

  1. Sharon Rose says:

    What a wonderful post, Erin! Yea!!! Thanks for sharing.

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