There is a Buddhist meditation that helps you pass on your good Kharma to someone else. I forget the name of it, but a few years ago when I first started meditating I did that for a dear friend who was going through a very rough time.
The other night I tried meditating for the first time in a long time. I remembered my passing on my good kharma, and, as things haven’t been so great for me, I tried to pull some of it back.
My friend and I have not spoken in years, but I know from mutual friends commenting on her posts that her life is much better.
The next day, through a series of events I won’t get into, I was two hours late getting home…or getting close to home.
As I was approaching the back road I usually take home (Vivian Line 37 for those familiar), I passed a car buried to its axles in snow. I looked back thinking I should stop to help.
I ended up missing my turn, and quickly pulled onto the shoulder to do a u-turn. A very icy shoulder it turns out and I too ended up mired in snow.
It took two hours before a tow truck came by and hauled me out and sent me on my way.
It was a clear cold night.
I had to pee, and decided to walk some distance from the car. I wasn’t sure where the tow truck operator would have to go, and didn’t want to pollute his workspace.
I sat in the car in silence. My musings interrupted several times by people offering to help.
I thanked all of them, and explained I had a tow coming.
So yes, and interrupted night where I was 4 hours late getting home.
A couple of days ago it occurred to me that the disastrous night occurred immediately after I asked for some of my good kharma back.
I was going to chuckle at the irony, but then things occurred to me.
It was a cold, clear, but beautiful night. I stared at the stars until I started shivering.
I didn’t play with my phone, or the radio. I sat in silence, taking the opportunity that was forced upon me to do some quiet reflection.
7 or 8 people stopped to see if they could help/I was all right. While yes, they interrupted my reflection they restored my faith in humanity. There are decent people out there.
Speaking of decent people both my friends Gord and Denise stood to without hesitation when I called for help. I know that any number of friends would’ve done the same. So I was reminded that even when I’m surrounded by vast cold, dark countryside…I’m not alone.
So it turns out that the inconvenient, time consuming incident wasn’t kharma chastising me, it was a gift.