Sense of Direction


sunsailAs I am wont to do, I was in the bar at the SunSail marina some days ago watching the sunset, sipping a cold Hairoun, thinking about what a glorious adventure life is when you allow it to be, when a total stranger came up to me and asked, “Would you please tell me what direction I am facing?”

I blinked. This is surely, I thought, a surreal moment; not a real question, but an angel’s message for me.

“Well, I am facing the sunset,” I answered, “so it is my best guess that direction is called West on this planet. On a larger scale, I suppose I am staring down the gravity well of old Sol.”

“Huh… oh yeah; silly of me,” he replied, with a touch of an embarrassed smile.

“No, not at all,” I replied, “I thank you for the question. It reminded me to be aware of what direction I am facing.”

“And that is?” he queried. Now I knew for certain he was an angel, perhaps disguised as some poor holiday sailor who was about to go out on a rental not knowing anything about sextants or pole stars, but an angel nevertheless.

“If”, I explained, more to myself than to him, “I am standing in the present, I can face into the past or into the future. The direction I face is my choice, isn’t it?”

“How’s the local beer?” He replied. Maybe he thought I had had a few. Maybe he was just changing the subject. Maybe he was just thirsty. Maybe he had more wisdom to offer me. It mattered not.

“Pretty good,” I answered, ” Can I buy you one? It is the least I can do.”

“Two Hairoun please,” I told the barkeep. “Where you are from?” I really wanted to hear this answer.

“Los Angeles,” he said, without even a hint of irony in his eyes.

“I figured it would be something like that,” I said. “Long way from home then. Here to do some sailing?”

“No, I’ve come to visit some friends in Mustique. That’s south of here, isn’t it?”

“Yes, that way,” I pointed, “you could see it if we were on that point out there, instead of in this bar.”

“This beer is good.” he said.

“Yes, it surely is,” I replied. “My name is Leslie. I’m happy to meet you.”

“Michael,” he said, “how are you?” sticking out his hand. We shook.

“Blessed,” I answered, “and you?”

“Yeah, I am feeling pretty good too. You live here?”

“Yes. I do.”

“Good place to live,” he said.

“Yeah man, it is,” I smiled.

God, life is such a pisser.


About Author

Leslie is the author of several books including the world-famous DELFIN Trilogy (The Initiation, The Journey, The Quest), Alexandra’s DragonFire, The Master Key and Your Prosperity Paradigm. His many articles about success creation have been published on hundreds of websites.

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