Time to read: 1.5 minutes
I belong to a writing group and last month one of my friends, Patty Walbillig, wrote something so beautiful I asked her if I could share it with all of you. The world can be a hard place sometimes and her piece was full of hope and love. Enjoy!
July 13, 2021
Already, Rose and Margie have arrived and departed. A whirl wind of activity in the last two weeks and so much fun: days at the cabin, a trip to Brainerd, a birthday party at Heather’s house, and Teddy Bear Park. All the effort was rewarded, and all the worry was for nothing. I can’t, God can, I’ll let him (Al-Anon).
With great gobs of gratitude, I reflect not on single events but on the overall existence of my immediate and extended family. The unique and extraordinary personalities and intellect of those who I claim as my people. And then I consider a world full of such people and such connections.
At which point I begin to ponder why? Why are we in this place and why have we connected? What creates those connections beyond the biology of reproduction?
When I ponder, with no science behind my thoughts, I think that there must be an order to the way we come together. I don’t love my people with so much of my heart only because we are related closely, distantly, or indirectly. I think some of us have existed closely connecting spiritually for many lives. Our time together cannot be as brief as one lifetime.
At this moment, I raise up my eyes from my page and bring into focus: lush green trees and pale blue sky, I hear the singing birds, and feel a cool dry breeze, and observe volumes of traffic stacking up. The lovely gifts we receive, the urgency of life needed to exist, a complex bio that maybe surpasses the original plan.
I think we humans, far from messing up, have done amazingly well to exist at all. Despite all the landmines that continue to appear – out of nowhere – things we could not imagine. Despite all the worry, that happens in the darkest of night, in the darkest rooms, in the darkest corners of our minds, the real day dawns, no matter what. No matter our fears, real or imagined, no matter what took place in those dark corners, the real day dawns. Trees grow and birds sing. The car starts and the construction begins. It’s all simply amazing, and I continue to just ponder why.
