Friday, August 7, 2009

the point


What's the point?, she asked me, as if I would have some ready, convincing answer. Deeply distressed that I couldn't ease her distress, all I could do was sob into the phone, blurting out inane bits of what I hoped were wisdom. Finally, exhausted, I said, I hope you'll decide to stay. I love you. It was the best I could do to convince another human being that it's worth the effort to go on living, but still I had no idea as to what the "point" might be.

Helpless and shaken, I went on with my day, and as I calmed down, I kept repeating the question - What's the point? I'd asked this in passing many times before, but assumed it was on the list of Things We Don't Get To Know. This time though, I really wanted an answer. Looking down at my own hands holding glass to the flame, one simple reply eventually came through, like a small voice, not exactly my own, and not exactly not my own. We are the hands and eyes and ears of God. We are that part of the Whole that allows the Divine to experience this reality. Could this be true? I hope so. I hope there's more to our existence than all the material goop we get so snarled up in. Turn off the TV, throw away the magazines, stop trying to be what the advertisers tell us we should be, and just be who we are. Just keep going, because we might be much more important than we can ever know. This is what I'll say today. This is a better answer.

The full moon over Avila Bay was possibly even more beautiful than the full moon over the Grand Canyon. There were pelicans flying through the light, and dolphins and seals rolling through the glittering, moonlit water. I don't know if anyone but me saw this through my eyes, but I do know, have known for some time now, that what comes through my hands is not always my own. How's that for something to ponder as we roll on down the road today? There should be a warning printed on all maps: Caution! A road trip is not always what it appears to be.

3 comments:

Diosa Del Desierto Corazon said...

The picture is beautiful. Over the past few years and all the nastiness I have had to endure at the hands of "family", I asked myself that question a thousand times a day. When I feel so lost and I that I cannot go on, one of my girls will give me hug or bring me a flower from our garden. They will look me in the eyes, say "I love you, mommy", then go on about their day, not realizing that they have once again saved my soul.

With the reflection of the moon on the water, it looks like an upside down exclamation point. Maybe we should stand on our heads once in a while :).

Take care my friend,
Penny \IiiI

Rachel said...

A stranger in the car ahead of me at Tim Horton's drive thru paid for my coffee yesterday morning. I really needed "Karma" to do that just at that time.....

MJ said...

Amen sister! Life since 3/06 certainly validates everything you have said. Wish I was there...lived in Felton for 5 years so Santa Cruz, Capitola, etc. was my old stomping grounds.