Don't Tell Me the Universe Isn't Listening

I've got proof that it's paying attention

I was nearing the end of my meditation session, trying to find equanimity as my nose was producing hurricane level sneezes to evacuate copious amounts of spring pollen from my air passages. The urge to vacuum up the yellow dust on the floor that was swirling around my folded legs wouldn’t leave my mind. I was acutely aware of nature’s abundance in the m…