So I’m not really sure what happened. I had just pulled into a parking space on the street when a car pulled up alongside me. Inside the dark, large, relatively new car was an elegantly coiffed and well-dressed older woman, her otherwise attractive face a bit contorted, who was energetically directing a tirade of words at me, none of which I could hear or make out because her air conditioning was on and therefore her windows closed.
I had no idea what I had done wrong to elicit what seemed to be intense frustration on her part. There had been no cars behind me a moment before because I checked before pulling into the spot. I felt I was in a kind of surreal space. I was observing her anger from a distance and saw its physical manifestation without understanding any of it, as if I were watching the television with the sound off. She was like a confusing floating image passing through my consciousness while I might be daydreaming or meditating.
Without awareness or intention, it is clear we have enormous impact on others. Even without intention, there is intention. And sometimes, it is difficult to hear and be accountable for the consequences of this impact.
There’s no respite from mindfulness. Even when parking.
…even when you think the lady is clearly a jerk….