How to Clean a Windshield in a Blizzard (OR Lightworkers are Everywhere, Post #1)

Lightworkers are everywhere. And I do mean everywhere!

They come from all walks of life and come in all shapes and sizes. Most of them don’t even realize they’re lightworkers. They are simply being themselves.

Any of us have the potential to be a lightworker in any given moment. It’s all about how we face each experience. Are we being radiant, or are have we dimmed our light?

Mention ice cream and I’m the most radiant individual on the planet. Mention cleaning the bathroom and my radiance fizzles, pops, and disappears, like a lightbulb that has burned out. I have to creatively find ways to turn that light back on. My goal is to be radiant all the time and not have to think about it.

But like my website says, I’m still in training.  

With time, I’ve gotten better at it. Certainly, noticing someone who is shining their light, makes it easier for me to remember to switch mine back on, or turn it up.

An experience I had last summer is a perfect example of this.

I had been hiking in the hot Spanish sun for 3 hours. It was a beautiful walk along the north coast, but I’d forgotten my sun cream, and I was hiking against the doctor’s orders, on an infected toe.

Sunburnt and dripping with sweat, I limped into my destination–Ciriego Cemetery, on the outskirts of Santander.

As I collapsed on a bench, who should appear but a true warrior of light. He came in the form of a retired, Spanish gentleman who greeted me with a smile that beamed like a beacon.

“Hola! How are you and what are you doing at the cemetery today?”

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Seeing I didn’t yet have the strength to answer, he told me his own reason for visiting. He was entertaining a friend and they were touring the local sites.

As he waited for his friend to return, he regaled me with some of his own travel experiences. Before long, I found myself transported from the sweltering heat of Spain to a winter blizzard in New England.

He had never seen a snowstorm like it before. No one should have been travelling but he had to get to New Hampshire for a concert he was performing in, so he hopped a bus heading north.

The weather proceeded to get worse and windscreen on the bus began to ice up. The driver was forced to pull over and clean it, but his efforts didn’t last long. The prospects of getting to New Hampshire didn’t look good.

Then out of the dark, stormy night, came a lightworker. A woman wielding an onion.

She pulled it from her bag and told the driver to use it to clean his windshield. It worked and kept the windscreen from icing over. In time, they made it to their destination safely.

The Spaniard didn’t call this woman a lightworker. He was merely being friendly and relating a memorable travel story from his own life to make a connection with me.  

But she was a lightworker, sharing her knowledge and her onion, to help save the day.

And for me, this Spaniard was a lightworker. He greeted me enthusiastically and shared a story that brought a smile to my face and lifted my energy.

Being touched by his radiant energy, was all it took to spark my own up again.

He multiplied the light in the cemetery with his mere presence.

He was a perfect reminder to me that lightworkers are everywhere. A reminder that in every moment and in every connection, we have the opportunity to be lightworkers for others. Every one of us has that potential. We are all lightworkers.

So wield your light (and your onions) wisely!