I always write late at night on the evening of something important when I should probably be meditating and doing Yoga so I can sleep. I am not. I am up, manic, dying to know what will come next. We never know do we? It is the difficulty of settling into that mystery that I face everyday. My life was planned out to the day I graduated from Lipscomb University. And then I realized I was different...and then different unpredictable things started happening and I can't even see what will happen tomorrow. I used to know exactly what conversations I would have, what I would study, and what I would feel. Tomorrow...will I suddenly be meeting someone from New Zealand? The day after that will I suddenly be babysitting a pitbull and making sure elementary school supplies aren't used for the psychology graduate department bulletin boards? Maybe...or maybe after that I'll see the one...again...or meet a new friend in East Nashville, someone who resonates with my soul but who I'm not sure how to meet ever again. Maybe tomorrow I'll cook the meal of my dreams...or...maybe the day after that...or maybe the day after that...Hmmmmm...Maybe then I'll find myself in Europe working on a brilliant study with my most cherished friends breaking ground on the connection between religion and psychology and how we can change the fundamentalistic rut which keeps us bound to guilt and pain. Maybe tomorrow I will change the world. Maybe...if tonight I can fall asleep.
Tonight at church a beautiful soul talked about happiness. Happy are the meek, happy are the humble...they will inherit the earth. That is what I want. I want the earth. I don't want to be in charge of it, but I want to be forever connected, a part of this masterpiece of God's creativity and love. This element which is part of my soul. Am I happy? I hope to be. I hope to embrace that mystery as well.
The mystery of this new autumn night breathes in my heart
I am a satellite in an October sky drifting toward the stars
Leave swirl around me begging to be touched
Maybe I am the one who longs to be embraced
I dance to Mr. Jones and ponder instrumental pieces
When I'm sure I'm sure I'm sure...that will be the day
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