I’m Finished With All Things Contrived or Artificial…
from classes to workshops to writing my future. Maybe even writing itself, because…
something so very interesting has happened since I wrote my last post on 9/11. My site blew up! That’s right, I got hit big time in the ivory tower of writing my future. It happened when I tried to make a correction shortly after publishing the post; there was a blink, a flash of light and then that page appeared that says the site is timed out. Timed out. Quite the interesting term. My webmaster tried everything he could think of to restore timed in, but when nothing worked he told me to check with my service provider. There I was sent first to Level 1, then to Level 2 and finally to Level 3 help, all to no avail. Meanwhile, other people could visit the site, and so could I if I left my house and used a computer elsewhere, or if I used my phone with Wi-Fi turned off when I was in my house. That’s when I had the brilliant idea to make that correction off-site, so to speak, cause, you know, maybe there was an evil spirit in my house, or possibily in my wireless. But bam! I got timed out again and couldn’t get back in.
What the…..!!! Was something or someone out there trying to tell me to STOP! with the writing my future?!!! After I had calmed down and given that possibility some thought, I decided I was willing to do that. Interestingly enough that’s when my webmaster contacted me to let me know the problem was fixed. By that time, however,I had already been experiencing living my future big time. Bigger than anything I could ever have imagined or even written into being. Sorry I can’t tell you the details because of the contrived and artificial thing I’m not going to do anymore; however, I will share a poem that wrote itself in my consciousness during my time out:
The content of their talking Is all about what is wrong,
And I notice the urgency they feel to change the world.
They are full of rage toward those who abuse the earth,
And I notice they do not know forgiveness can transform.
The sound of my voice startles,
And I notice how they stop to listen.
Everything coalesces around me and then moves out with fluidity.
And I notice I need to do nothing but be.
On that note I will end by affirming that if you ever need me for anything, you will find me. The same goes for me finding you. And if our paths never cross again, no matter, because there is only one way we can save the world anyway:
…live the questions themselves like locked rooms or books that are written in a foreign tongue. Do not now seek the answers; they cannot be given to you now because you would not be able to live them. And the point is to live everything. (emphasis mine). Live the questions now. You will then, gradually, without even noticing it perhaps, live along some day into the answer. Rainer Maria Rilke
May your journey be joyful J.K.