Timing and Acknowledgement
Did you know when you started out on your [journey] what your [story] would soon become? Someone asked Liz Gilbert this question of her famous adventure-in-soul-searching book, Eat Pray Love, to which she said, "what sane person could have ever imagined such a thing?!" It got me to thinking about beginnings. When was it, exactly, that I started on my journey? Was it when I left Nashville? Arguably the decision to move home instead of drink myself into an oblivion was definitely a turning point and a new start. Or was it when I moved to San Diego? Life has been a roller-coaster ride of surprises since I've been here. I've grown--both upwards into the light and also down into the earth. But perhaps neither of these is the beginning and my great work has yet to begin.
Of course, that's simply not true. Even EPL began before it began. In a sense, we are always living our stories. Sometimes the past is the only way we can contextually make sense of the present...which as we make meaning of it, is passed.
Sometimes when a moment is happening, you get a sense that it means something much larger than the right now. I felt that way the first time I met E, or RKB. Or even the minor players and some friends. Standing in the "now" it feels as if past present and future have all aligned and these people fit into your life in a way that seems space was carved for them; and it was.
I feel as though when I make sincere requests to God, my prayers are answered. Often tenfold. Lately, I've found myself praying for presence. For the ability to, when faced with an inconvenient truth, not bolt and dive head-first into numbing activities. Give me the ability to stay and endure. Meredith said last night, "the only way out is through." How absolutely astute, and sure I've heard it before but something about hearing it at that moment on that day made it a little more true than previously.
Ash once told me the greatest advice she ever got was, " Right guy, wrong time; wrong guy." It a greater scope I take it to mean that, the universe--in all of its infinity and wonder--does not nor will it ever do "almost". Natures timing is perfect. Things bloom when they are supposed to, die when it's time, and are nourished all the days of their life, all things considered. Why should we be different?
That's the thing about timing, though. We sometimes get on our ownand forget that we are not separate from nature, but very much a part of it. We bloom when we are supposed to, die when it's time and are nourished all the days of our life, all things considered. Right now, when I asked myself where I was in that I quickly heard myself say, you are opening. If I close my eyes I can see it, myself. A little bud still green at the base but whose petals are ready to bask in warm sunshine and be wet with falling rain.
And who knows whether my great story will be about the beginning, the middle, or the end? I certainly do not. I know that it will arrive when it's time. And I will not ignore it, I will sit down and give it proper attention. I will write until the ending arrives. But for now, I suppose, I am just living the prologue.