Yesterday, we were on the bike pedaling to our heart’s content. When all of a sudden, I ran into the back of my friend’s bike when he stopped. It was almost as if I were outside of myself looking at the incident. I never used the brakes, I just plowed into his bike from behind. It was definitely the non-motion of his bike that stopped me. I realized that my mind was a million miles away and it was if I were coming back to myself just in time to see the accident happen but not soon enough to prevent it. I could not remember what preoccupied my mind so that I didn’t react to his stopping. Ultimately, there were no injuries, no problems involved. Then, there was this morning. I was on my way downstairs when my foot slipped and I found myself butt-bumping my way down several stairs. Yesterday’s good fortune didn’t shine on me this morning. I scraped the surface layer of skin off my elbow in two small places and have aches in a couple of other places (literally, I butt-bumped my way down). I’ve had times in the past where I’ve had serial car accidents (people running into me) and was told that somehow I needed to slow down and pay attention to life. The Universe has a way of trying to get your attention. It starts small (bicycle dust-up Sunday) then gets progressively bigger (butt-bumping down the stairs). I think I’ll meditate today so that whatever it is, I can acknowledge it, do something about it if necessary and move on. Move on accident free that is.
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In honor of my own, personal tumble down the stairs, I give you a band I saw perform in Italy some years ago, aptly named “Tumbled Down the Stairs.” Needless to say, I much prefer their music than the literal translation of their band name…