FINALLY, I don't have the time

Will this moment rank up there with the AH HA! moment when I first realized that we are each on our own path (relieving me of having to keep getting off my own to "help them")?  

Or when it hit me that I was walking into Benade Hall really & truly by myself, without a fantasy sidekick making me feel like I had a place with someone, even if that someone was imaginary?  

Or when, playing with Jada's itty bitty kitties outside their nursery across the street, under Millman's shed, the great light dawned & I knew in my bones that Ian had been a lot like me, that there HAD been someone in my family that shared my loves, it's just that he died when I was seven & he was eleven?  

I think it might.

As I sat down this a.,m. to

check my e-mail, it hit me that 

I don't have the time to read 

Huffington Post or 

Daily Kos or 

Slate 

or Salon 

or check out other-voices websites & blogs.  

Like each of the earlier AH HA! moments mentioned, this searing moment in time arrived unbeckoned yet welcome, greeted with an inner clarity & certainty that immediately recognizes the WOWness of the implications.  

I never requested it, didn't say it every day as an affirmation, didn't write in down on a piece of paper tucked into my wallet (which I don't have) or on the mirror.  The Powers-That-Be just saw the need, a genuine readiness to be something different & act somewhat differently. No dramatic entrance, just a eye-widening, heart-racing knowing.  

Thank you, Universe, for partnering in unexpected ways to help strip away the layers of dross & dreck covering up my internal structure.  You rock - rock on!