 Image from kinabaluholiday.com The air hangs heavy over a summer night much like a thousand others. Lightning flickers just above a treeline filled with fireflies who seem to answer the sky's electric flashes. My phone sits on a pillow next to me, playing "Fly Like an Eagle" by Seal, and I am struck by how afraid I am sometimes of what lies ahead. While time follows Seal's soulful lyrics, slipping into the future moment by moment, I talk myself off the ledge of panic for what is unknown. I have faith that what sits in the dark woods behind my house is nothing that will cause me or those I love harm. I have faith that what lies beyond my yard, my house, the night surrounding me won't try to destroy all that I love, won't try to break me, shattering on Earth's floor. I cannot stop what stands ahead, I can only believe that whatever it is, when it hits and the dust settles, I will, in fact, still be standing.
God, how many times the world around me shakes with hate and war, fear and anger...disgusting words splattered across all forms of media displaying vile acts. People who tear down easily, instead of attempting to build up, justifying their wretched actions from a laundry list of other equally wretched acts. I want to scream, "Can't you see, it's all connected, WE are all connected and our outcome is beyond bleak if we don't somehow actually GET that!" How many ways must we get it all "wrong" before we come to the "right"? I ask myself this from as much a personal level, as a global one, because in our own way, each of us is a tiny snapshot image of that whole we are connected to...which makes my little speck of world, and yours, completely relevant in the "grand scheme of things". Are we going to "infinity"? Or are we going to destroy ourselves, each other long before any of us has a chance to get there. Perhaps there is nothing beyond. As that kernel of a thought even crosses my mind, behind it comes this tiny spark, this hope that there is, and whatever is there...is worth the trip.
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I grew up in rural North Carolina. When I was only nineteen, I moved away and became a military wife. My only aspiration at that tender time in my life was to create an adult life that "fixed" all of the "injustices" of my childhood. Secretly, however, I wanted to reach for the sky! I wanted to be a writer and find ways to "save the world" (my mother used to say, "You have Save the World Syndrome".). Mostly, I wanted to matter. Archives
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