Quite a few biblical passages have stories describing natural disasters as the tipping point towards rectifying a seemingly insurmountable problem.
The history of Egyptian Pharaohs through the eyes of prophets, is littered with bodies, eternally dancing in the currents of watery graves.
When quenching of spiritual thirst lead to a physical manifestation of that need after wandering through the desert, a man of unwavering faith saw impenetrable rock as a mere smokescreen for bubbling springs.
The great flood was a cleanse like no other, ridding the world of anything not contributing positively to its development. Except mosquitoes. Somehow, they survived. Even supernatural beings are exasperated.
These stories were of a time of trying circumstance, when the fate of thousands hung in the balance.
This is a story of one.
Finding yourself in a rut at 26 is not the ideal circumstance. Mid life crisis would not adequately describe the circumstances, as according to the genetic pattern I sprung from, I'm due no less than three score and ten. *knock on wood*
There's only this much distracting yourself from a total lack direction. Eventually it hits home that life has to be dealt with, instead of heading of on the next unplanned adventure. A proverbial 'rock-bottom'. Luckily for me my bottom is amply cushioned ( barring metaphor, quite true) and even in a period of uncertainty, I gave been granted blessings to help shape and direct me.
Through a series of seemingly disconnected events - a laughable concept, as everything is - in a space of four weeks, I met and formed quite the attachment to the gentleman lending his moniker here. A complete disruption in the repetitive pattern I had gotten used to. One of the most soul stirring experiences a person can have, - I think - is to know that no matter how trivial the thought shared, or how brief the moment another soul sees you, and gives the gift of time.
Baubles come, sparkle and eventually lose their lustre. The finest of scents all fade eventually. Such things are appreciated, yet only momentarily satisfying. Time however is a gift most precious as none know our allotted days, hours, or minutes along this journey. To have that be given, is a blessing. Support and inspiration without prompting, even more so.
Perhaps the forces of nature are ordained by God, to remind us of our fragile humanity, and purpose. Yet we recover, and the journey of life is resumed. The effects are sometimes able to be forgotten.
The presence of man, can leave an indelible mark through his ability to connect, and comfort in the most unexpected of encounters.
I've always felt that blessings come at their most needed times. This one was a necessary reminder of the beauty of life, and being granted the privilege of living it.
Oddly enough in a previous post, I mentioned the process of letting go, to receive new blessings. Said encounter only reaffirmed this, as old hurts were replaced by a joy greater than what was created before the loss. Joie de vivre.
Perhaps the true lesson was a reminder of the ebb and flow of living. That moments are to be learnt from, and released.
Perhaps given the success of natural forces in affecting the outcome of mammoth challenges, the forces of the universe combined to present me with an experience of similar magnitude. A tornado of light, laughter and wisdom, creating the initial ripple in a tsunami of change.
One cannot hold on to light, just stare into its brilliance, and continue along the paths it illuminates. Water, is a force with a tangible presence. It pools in tears, and ushers in life with ripples of pain. Water has always been an element I've found myself drawn to.
Lessons are teaching me to ride the waves.
