Often times, it is easy to keep plodding along, doing our jobs, raising our kids and living our lives without the time or energy to think about whether we are doing – not enough - but the right things for us.
I’m guilty of this. Some days I can almost see the possibility, shimmering out there on the edges of my vision… taunting me, teasing me, enticing me with a feeling of something better, something truly wonderful.
For isn’t that what possibility is? A magical sense of what could be?
Then, life gets chaotic… again… and I lose that sense of possibility in the daily doingness. It’s been happening a lot lately. I’ve had this feeling that if only the world would stop for a while, I would be able to finally see what that is – sitting there on the edge of my vision. Only, of course, the world isn’t going to stop. It isn’t even going to slow down any.
So, the universe has it’s own way of dealing with things – doesn’t it? Since I’m not taking the time, it starts to hit me around the head with hints. I guess I have been getting hints for a few years now, and I do take some notice… only I never stop to really absorb the messages.
The universe isn’t one to be trifled with. When you don’t hear the messages, they become louder and louder – from many and varied sources, in the hope that in the end, the combined impact of all those voices will eventually coalesce into the lightening bolt that finally reaches your soul.
And so it was this week with me. I learned that my biggest possibility is that I make a difference. It’s been a gut-wrenching kind of realisation – the kind that makes me well with tears just writing about it. You can read of my journey, and some of the voices sent by the universe, at Joyful Jubilant Learning today – and while you are there, please check out the comments made by some amazing, truly awe-inspiring people.
Now this is possibility!
Greg Balanko-Dickson left me a beautiful comment, with some wise words I couldn’t resist. This is beautiful – thanks Greg!
It is not what we learn in conversation that enriches us. It is the elation that comes of swift contact with tingling currents of thought.
- Agnes Repplier