Coming together more often lately, those moments of truth I’ve spent life rushing along to find. Not jig-saw puzzle kind where each piece adds to a complex whole-picture, but more like a chain of events clicking along like dominoes on steroids – surreal combination of video-game opportunities with amid clatter and sense of drama I’ve gotten playing an old pinball machine.
People, situations and opportunities – seem different. I’m not suddenly graced with a crystal ball, but I’m making better decisions.
I feel it. I know it. Piece after piece fits (maybe my life is an IKEA furniture assembly drawing – I just need to keep an Allen key in my pocket).
Sure, these great message-feeling-moments are woven among classic questions of why are we here? and what is our purpose? will continue to elude us, but lately have had too many moments that feel fatalistic that I would be remiss in not stopping to point them out. At least, point them out to myself with a smile and recognition that these moments are happening to me.
When things go poorly (I’ve had my share of those) it would be easy to say, “why are these things happening to me?”
When things are going well, when puzzle pieces seem more aligned than ever, that same question arises in my mind, “why are these things happening to me?”
Mornings in the sunshine – these moments of truth show up more often, more easily. In terms of important, to take them and use them, to let them guide me, it seems to me the stakes have never been higher, the rewards never clearer.
column written/ published from Calgary
morning walk: -5C/23F, clear – pre-sunrise, light breeze, typical spring day (and the next few) predicted, Gusta sensing something is up. She’s have to tune in tomorrow ….