it's been fantastic. it's been relaxing, quiet, creatively inspiring and contemplative. the quietness created space for me to, once again, remember what a gift life is; this life...in all it's quarky and unpredictable glory. it's not
only the quiet moments that afford me this glimpse of reality but somehow when life is busy (even good busy), my awareness of the undeserved grace can get clouded.
i felt so utterly peaceful today; for no particular reason. yet there is a quite tapping at the door, too. it's difficult to capture this with words but i think i am finally resigned to what my life looks like right now; steady on the course, patiently just holding out. not a defeated resignation. perhaps it would better described as a sweetly suspending resignation. trying to be so present in each day, knowing that none of us are guaranteed tomorrow. praying for my daily bread and that's it. literally trying to shut out thoughts of what is next because i can't deal with it. rather than getting stressed out by what might be next or what to pursue, i am daily feeling more prepared and joyfully expectant for what's to come.
my tendency is to plan, to analyze, to be productive and accomplish things. there are small ways that i still do this. yet the big things still hover nearby, quietly tapping on my door: grad school, working abroad, new job...
what the heck am i supposed to be doing with my life?? why are there all kinds of people out there making a difference; excited and passionate about what they are doing, and i can't figure out what that's supposed to look like in my own life??
sister and i were talking the other day about 'the pat answer'-what we know to be true even when it doesn't seem possible to trust it or believe it. trying to recognize the balance of 'holding on' and 'letting go'.
'letting go'-this is so hard for me to do sometimes. i like to know what's going on and be able to affect/change things. yet this is the area of my life undergoing the most 'deconstruction' right now. the walls are being chipped away and i'm kicking and screaming the whole way...
amidst the ruckus, i fully recognize the necessity of this breaking. i am certain that 'the other side' will be deeper, sweeter, and more fulfilling but i am, at this very moment, chuckling at how haphazard and out-of-control the journey seems...maybe that's the point...
i think i finally settled upon this today--i'm uncomfortably comfortable and learning to be content just trying to make a difference in the day that i've been given...
"I have one life and one chance to make it count for something . . . I'm free to choose what that something is, and the something I've chosen is my faith. Now, my faith goes beyond theology and religion and requires considerable work and effort. My faith demands -- this is not optional -- my faith demands that I do whatever I can, wherever I am, whenever I can, for as long as I can with whatever I have to try to make a difference." -Jimmy Carter