Serendipity in limitation

This week I had jury duty for Denton Denton, a town about 30 min away via highway.  Not a trip I could make on the scooter. This was my first real test of being car-less.

I was investigating taking the train, when Nancy-the-Insightful--who happens to work in Denton, mentioned she could take me.

So, Nancy-the-Chauffeur picked me up at 7am sharp. We ran through Starbucks together and had a lovely conversation during the drive.  Then she dropped me at the door step.

After the initial jury selection, I was released and given instructions to report back in the afternoon, since I couldn't go home, I walked to a coffee house about a mile away.  I passed this mural and actually had time to read it. It brought tears to my eyes. A memorial to someone who was loved and died too young.

I landed at Zera's (said coffee house) which was a great place to write a couple of cards, then work through some of the exercises I've been working on through Rod Stryker's Four Desires book. (Something I've been trying to carve out time to do for several weeks.  Two hours parked in a beautiful coffee shop, gave me that space.)

I walked back to the courthouse in time to report.  A mistrial was declared by 4pm (seriously, they could not get an unbiased jury out of that pool...especially not me.) Anyway, I spent the last hour back at Zera while Nancy finished work, which allowed me to go through two more of the exercises in Rod's book.

I find it interesting that the limitations placed on jury duty, lack of a car, etc. allowed me space to do what was potentially the most important thing for me to do this week.

There can be serendipity in limitation. And sometimes, it is so obvious, you don't even need to be mindful to see it.

1 comment

Julie said...

I love this post! Sometimes routines are very comforting but when a wrench gets thrown in them I'm kind of pumped to have an out of body experience and see how I handle the situation. They are usually some of the best "me" times I can get.

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