Trust

Trust is a small 5 letter word that is huge and carries a lot of weight. I have never really had a hard time with trust. Trust is my first response until I am given a reason not to trust.

But, the trust I am referring to here is the knowing that all is as it is meant to be. Whatever the situation, what ever the outcome, something good and beneficial will be forthcoming. You may have to wait a bit and have patience but that is all part of the lesson.

Trust your ability to find your own way. Stand on your own two feet. That’s what you have feet for, to stand on, to move you forward or in another direction.

Trust that you have a place. You are valuable. After all, there is only one of you. Even if you’re one of a twin or triplet, you are unique, an original, and important. In fact, you are so important that you will always be taken care of. You do have to let go of your own schemes and plans in order to be taken care of.

I’ll give you an example, a story of what happened to one of us on the pilgrimage.

It was the third day, early in the afternoon. We had trekked up a steep mountain side and were preparing to go down the other side which was equally as steep if not more so. The narrow path continued through the woods and was strewn with small stones and carved by the rain into ruts.

Marcia was behind me. We had progressed only a few minutes when I heard “OH” and a thump. Turning around, I saw Marcia on the ground holding her leg with her foot at a very strange angle. We all stopped walking and rushed to her aid.

Fortunately, 3 of us were nurses and many were healers. A splint was made from a Camel back. Marcia was covered with wraps and jackets and held to keep warm. She was calm. An ambulance was summoned.

When we knew that help was on the way, we left her with a nurse and an interpreter, trusting that all would be well. We continued on sending love and healing energy as we walked, even using the echo factor of the mountain to send her messages. She heard us and felt our love and concern.

Marcia stayed on the trip but not on the actual walk. She was wheelchair bound with both bones broken in her leg knowing she would need an operation back in the states. Her spirits never dampened. She was there to see the Pope in Assisi.

This was the third and last major accident. Robin had fallen on the first day and had 2 breaks in her right arm. George went to her aid when she fell and twisted his knee so badly that he was out of commission for a good part of the walk. I don’t know how she did it but Robin continued to walk with her arm in a cast.

The point is, they all knew everything would turn out fine and it did. They all trusted. They relied on their intuition and ours.

One more story. This one is about a bus ride on our very first day. We had walked. We were tired. The bus picked us up to take us back to the convent at Santuario della Verna for dinner and a second night’s stay. As we were winding our way up the narrow pass, a car came careening toward us on our side of the road! For all appearances, it was an accident waiting to happen.

But wait! We were on their side of the road at the exact moment that they were on our side of the road. Do not try this on your own road. Not recommended. We were in Italy. Things are different there.

My last word on trust is this: Thinking is hazardous to your mental health – rely on your intuition.