Every so often I have one of those numinous experiences that reminds me without doubt that I am connected, supported, and living in a beautiful world.

We all have them, and probably many more than we notice.

Here’s how this particular experience went down:


It was around noonish a couple of weeks ago.

I was on my way out to the pasture to feed Miss P. as is my routine nearly every day. I’d been having an “off day,” the kind where you can’t seem to get anything done and I was giving myself the “get-your-act-together” lecture.

I’m guessing you know what I’m talking about since we humans are really good at giving ourselves that lecture. I’d been feeling blue; even wrote about it in my post entitled Grief 2.0.

So you get the picture. It was one of those days.

I’d scrambled to get the feed organized and headed out, not paying much attention to anything except my feelings.

That is until I was stopped at a light waiting to turn left.

Beside me in a non-descript, rather old and well-used car was a man playing the harmonica. I mean he was rocking out, bobbing his head up and down, really jamming. I stole a glance and then did a double take because at first I didn’t see the harmonica.

And I’m sorry to say that my first thought was weirdo.

Thankfully, I was able to get past my initial and unkind judgment. I looked again. Oh, he’s playing the harmonica, I said to myself.

Somehow that made the whole scene less weird.

I kept sneaking glances at him, afraid to actually just watch and enjoy this moment. (Have I mentioned this is a rather long light? )

Finally it happened.

In one of those stolen glances, he looked directly at me.

I felt caught.

Found out.

At first I wanted to quickly turn away, pretend I wasn’t actually looking at him. But I didn’t.

I allowed myself to meet his gaze.

He nodded, and stopped playing for a moment – long enough to give me a big smile.

I nodded and smiled back.

And that was that.

The light turned green and we were off, likely to never meet again.

As I continued to the pasture I realized that I felt lighter. I was laughing at myself for being so awkward about watching him.

And I felt grateful.

Grateful to be alive, to be heading out to hang out with Miss Pepper.

I felt grateful to this man, who reminded me that it is perfect to be exactly who I am – even when I don’t have my act totally together.

The world expects nothing less of us than showing up with our unique, wonderful selves in tow.

I’m calling it the Three Minute Miracle.

My challenge to myself is to pay it forward.

To give my own brand of “harmonica playing” to someone I may not know, someone I meet in a chance encounter.

How about you?

Do you have a Three Minute Miracle in you?

(trick question because of course you do!)