For over a year, from late 2011 until Fall 2012, I was anticipating our trip to Sedona, AZ. We had briefly driven through the red-rock town years earlier, when driving our daughters to the Grand Canyon on another vacation. This time was different ... I had a deep knowing that this trip was going to be a spiritual experience. Yet, I didn't have any notion of what that would look like.
Within our first few hours there, something amazing (life-changing in fact) DID happen ... not at a vortex, or in a crystal shop, or at a spiritual event, but in the grocery store. We were staying in a condo with a full kitchen, and after checking in, headed to the grocery store to get breakfast and lunch ingredients.
We split up to get the few items we wanted more quickly. I found a grocery clerk and asked where to find Starbucks Frappuccino (a vacation-only treat). I was directed to the cooler section, "it's across from the beer." I headed that way. As I was searching, a man in some type of military fatigues literally came around the corner, staggering into the aisle.
Inside I heard or knew "Talk to him". I abandoned my search for Frappuccinos and approached this man. I look him in the eyes. There are bruises on his face. I ask "Hi, how are you?"