So, where do we go from here? I feel as if I am on a pier looking at the different schooners coming and going into the harbor. Each carrying a person that is destined to go this way or that. Some to never been seen again and others to causally meet all over again when Destiny should allow.
I have my rain gear in my knapsack. No Map other than the one that speaks to my heart. My mind is full of visions and dreams. Along with Robert Kennedy, I look into the new horizon and see what is and ask “why” and see what isn’t and ask “why not”
Why not me? I wonder to myself. I have met people who have encouraged me to step off the pier and onto a schooner to go explore and reinvent.
Why, do I not believe what others have seen and told me? It is as if they have gone to foreign land within me and have come back to tell me all that they have seen and a lot of it has been good.
I look to my means and say that there is no way.
I wonder how many of us give up the richness of who we are because we see the poverty of where we reside. I wonder how many see a box of crayons and only take out a few because we are fearful to empty out the box. We are… afraid
“Afraid of what?” my Companion of Possibilities asks…
Are you afraid to fail? Yet, you fail at the mere rejection of practicing who you are.
Are you afraid to be seen? Yet you are seen and have been seen every day.
Are you afraid of succeeding? Yet you succeed at not taking the next step every time you say “no”.
I am not sure what I think about the saying “That life is like an oyster”. That metaphor is so confining. Oh, I get it. Yes, a bit of Life’s grain of sand somehow gets into this nasty looking shell; which by the way is how we have allowed our perspective and heart to appear in life some times. Over time we allow the environment to toss us and constantly wash over us in such a way that we develop a harden exterior; yet all the while inside we strive to be pliable, strong, and resilient. Yet in the midst of all this external violence that develops a crusty old shell there drops a grain of sand. The shell holds that grain of sand and somehow miraculously it turns into a pearl.
What if that clam did not open itself up to its elements? Well, simply stated, it would no longer live because it would not be able to take in what sustains it’s life… also, it would not be open to creating a pearl, a beautiful development of being.
We, like the clam, allow the externalities of life to beat against us. We feel the tides of time wash over us and yet we are afraid to open ourselves up to that same movement. If we are no longer are open to nourishment, we will die inside ourselves. Yes to be open to life and possibilities makes us vulnerable. However, in our vulnerability we become open to making something beautiful and to offer that beauty as a gift to others.
So, where do we go from here?
We know in our mind’s eye what is behind us so there is no need to turn around to see it. The past is yet a reference book to help us to understand and possibly write what is before us.
The voices of the past either encouraged or discouraged us.
The new voices of encouragement are from those that have seen our potential and are here to remind that we have a greater story that is yet to be written. Also, there will be voices that may discourage us so let them be considered as reminders of lessons that need to be learned.
We also know that there will be moments of silence. Silence has its own voice. Be open to the solitude of it. The sound of time’s movement will be all that we hear just like in the silence of the ocean’s bed. We all need the sounds of silence so that our bodies can take a moment to rest. A segment of time that allows our body, mind, and spirit to catch up with each other.
As I step on to the schooner of choice this morning, there is the rocking of the vessel… maybe a creaking of soul’s bones… the flexibility of water allows the boat to move as I step into it. This movement reminds me that life will have its ups and downs; however, it will carry me farther than if I stood on the pier wondering…