A Little Miracle at the Supermarket
By Contributing Author Michaela Wider
By Contributing Author Michaela Wider
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With some things piled up on my arm, I was standing in line to pay and it was a very long line indeed.
In front of me, sitting in the babyseat of the shopping cart, was a tiny girl; I would guess 2 1/2 – 3 years old at the most. Her mother had gone off down some alley to get something she had forgotten, I presume, and the little girl was “scanning” the supermarket with a very awake and aware gaze. Everybody was busy with their stuff, nobody noticed her, so she scanned around till her eyes fell on me, the only eyes available. I smiled at her. She locked her gaze into mine and, in perfect and clear spoken sentences, started to pick up a conversation with me: “You‘ve got a new woolly hat.” “Yes” I said, somewhat surprised at her speech and how observant she was. She then held up her tiny, perfect little hand, showed me her nails and said: ”I’ve got nail varnish”. I nodded and smiled and said “Yes”. “I’ve got nail varnish on my toes too.” she said. “Really?” I said, and she went on: “Do you have nail varnish?” I showed her my hands, shook my head and said “No”. She looked at me intently and out of the blue asked “Is your name Michaela?” I was completely flabbergasted. It kind of hit me like a lightning bolt …what????? I said “YES!……. but…….” and turning to her mother I asked “Did she just say what I heard her say?” “That’s what I heard” said her mother and she added “I wouldn't be surprised, she does that quite often”. The rest of the situation got drowned in a blur of bewilderment and awe. Later I so regretted not being more present-minded, not ……ach….not thinking on my feet. I would have loved to get to know this little girl but I missed the chance; I was too shy and awkward. |
About the Author:
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For the last five years I have been living a little bit like a hermit in an old railroad house, with no warm water but a warm wood stove and a garden. No car, but good animal friends and a handful of good human friends and family near by. My life has turned more and more inward during this time. I measure distance by how long it will take me to walk somewhere. That has really changed my perception. My past seems far away. I can vaguely remember that I had a job in my profession as an occupational therapist. I love to contemplate and meditate with closed and open eyes.
Embracing the mystery Hold that one desire And on the wings of sound silence Fly to the heart of the Lord of Love [email protected] |