During a not so pleasant event my eyes kept pulling my awareness to a shaded corner of a table with a lamp. As the conversational exchange was spiraling out of context I placed my full awareness to the corner. I took in a deep breath and stared naming each item in the corner: table, chair, lamp, magazine, (what the name was and the cover contents), box of tissues, red and white mints in a clear glass dish , statue-zing! Ok obviously now by the physical response That is what I should be paying attention to. Looking back to the escalating out of managed focus conversation I took a deep breath and recentered my full observation to the staue partly lit from the light, partly shaded from the corner:  soft creme color with parts of irredescendt swirls of mother of pearl , outlines of gold, holding a book , an angel and softly painted word upon the bottom: FAITH.I took a deep breath and mumbled out loud , FAITH as I exhaled. At that moment all the conversation stopped as each person looked at me while saying WHAT? I stood up and took a picture of the angel and the message.
I repeated the word louder and excused myself from the meeting suggesting a re-schedule for another time. Email me the details when you decide the date and time I said as I walked out the door.
FAITH

Is it not the chief disgrace in the world.... not to yield that peculiar fruit which each man was created to bear?  Ralph Waldo EmersonPeculiar - unique -your signature- unusualso as I am decsribed peculiar , this Is so , So it is.  preferred to disgrace lest pec u liar.

The doirway to the Heart of All may only be entered through the door of thine own heart.