Lost and Found
LOST AND FOUND
( Winter 2015)
When your heart has been on a journey- with crashing waves, fiery heat, drenching rain, and shaking of the earth- and you survive- do you find the days following to move in slow motion- to carry with them a meaning not felt before? Do you find each moment to last an hour, a day, a year in which you feel everything more deeply, more clearly, with deeper clarity, and less urgency? I do.” Via Wild and Wise Woman
There comes a time, typically after great loss, or after having traversed a lifetime of crooked trails, when one asks the question, “Who am I? and Who is the I that is asking? “ And I don’t suppose, at least I don’t suppose yet, that the answer to the question leads me to sublime awakening. But, rather, it is in the asking itself.
And where does that question lead me?
It leads me down more crooked paths. More rivers fraught with rapids and sharp turns. It leads me back to me.
Perhaps I will still be sitting with the same question if I live to be 100. I may be no closer to the definitive answer. As at the age of 54, I find that it is not the arriving that is as important as the journey itself. It is the ease with which I travel and what I choose to carry that any solace arrives.
I have learned that there is very little to be certain of. And the longer I live, even less certainty. Everything, anything, and any person can be taken away at any given moment. For a person who loves deeply, feels deeply, gives generously, and finds it difficult to pre-tend, losses, hurts, neglect, and rejection become wounds that become battle scars. And I have seen that we are all the walking wounded.
It’s not to play victim. It’s not to place blame on anyone save myself for the scars seared on my soul. I, too, play the greatest role in my suffering. But it is my mission, for myself, to recognize how I have invited this story to play out. And how, since my story is not yet finished, I will play the next act.
Much of what I have known until now, in fact, most all I have known, has become a closed chapter. Which might mean that I know nothing. What I thought I knew might have at one time been the truth I held for myself, but as the river flows, I find that there are oceans beyond my limited view and so much more to see, and live, and love, and even unlearn.
What I was once so certain of has certainly proved to be of no certainty at all.