I stayed for thirty minutes to watch the monarchs begin their journey south and then headed home to resume my day. Later in the afternoon I got a message that saddened me and I struggled to regain my balance. I remembered coaching a client that morning and emphasizing that we have a choice to be happy or sad. For longer than I want to admit, I was stuck in deep despair, questioning my very existence. Until as if by chance, I saw a monarch chasing the wind along the shoreline. I stopped and gave myself a good study in the mirror with this question "What's the chances that God would give me a front row seat at this spectacular event this morning and then rob my life of meaning?" It's not possible. I knew there was no logic nor basis to my angst other than what I was making up in my head.
I've often said that the divine energy that gives us the most precious, loving moments in our lives is the same energy that gives us grief, sadness, frustration. Today I was being asked to listen, listen, listen to my own messages. A chance meeting with the monarchs is a sacred remembering of my vital place in the flow of life.