I observed a woman receive some challenging news this past weekend while sitting at our airport terminal.
.
The space was sparse, with few people around.
.
She was all by herself, and I was about 20 feet away.
.
I watched her start to cry while on the phone, and heard slivers of her sentences.
.
It was deep pain, peppered with a dollop of hope and some heavy fear.
.
These tears were the kind that make your face blotchy and nose run.
.
A flight attendant, sitting a few seats down, offered some tissues.
.
I, in the middle of conversation with Scott, disappeared from the dialogue, and my heart locked to hers.
.
I sat with my hands cupped, imagining the outpour of the purest love and peace I could send her running from my palms to cloak her body, mind and spirit.
.
My eyes welled up with tears for her.
.
I could FEEL her, and in that moment, she was my sister.
.
It came time to board, and the Divine Mother took over.
.
Without a plan, I walked up to her and waited for her to look up to me.
.
No questions were asked.
.
I simply said, “I just want you to know that I hope you feel better. I was crying with you over there. I’d give you a hug…”
.
And before I could finish my sentence, she stood up and put out her arms.
.
I held this woman, a complete stranger, for a good 10-15 seconds.
.
It wasn’t a lousy hug either.
.
It was all-embracing. It was strong and soft. I rubbed her back.
.
It was like my sweet sister had returned from an international, year-long trip and I was seeing her for the first time.
.
The lady echoed this energy.
.
At the end, eyes blooming full of tears, I said, “I send you so much love.”
.
And that was that.
.
I walked away to the bathroom.
.
As an HSP (highly sensitive person), I’ve always had psychic sensitivity and overpowering empathy, but the path of the Moon Mother has catapulted and molded these energies into a whole new form.
.
This moment with that woman will be with me forever.
.
It will crack me open with love for the tenderness of humanity over and over again.
