Yesterday, I wrote a piece titled “Life in limbo.”
I am often reminded of wise words from a dear friend in the Pacific Northwest. He told me many years ago, “Marieke, it is fine to make plans; however, be prepared for things to work out differently than you anticipate.” He told me that more often than not, things end up working out for the better even if it was not what you were envisioning.
I know that some of you worry that I share too much of my self in my writing.
I write as a way to reflect and process, to better understand myself and my reactions to the universe and change, and to practice acceptance of the unknown.
I write to feel less alone and in the hope that expressing my own struggles may help create empathy and solidarity.
In the past, I have with drawn into myself during times of transition and uncertainty. From experience, I know that while this may be my first inclination, it is far healthier for me to reach out to friends and family. They offer support and love, as well as words of wisdom.
I have been trying to listen to wisdom on this most recent bout of ambiguity.
I am breathing, sharing my intention with the universe, and practicing having faith and trust.
I have come up with several mantras that feel true to me. I have been repeating different phrases as I need them:
I am loved.
I will be ok.
I will trust the universe.
I will dance with the universe.
It is ok to feel uncomfortable with the unknown.
I cannot tell you how very grateful I am for each of you. Special thanks to those who have commented with words of encouragement and love.
This morning, a friend told me that whatever happens in my life to do the best I can, keep my heart open, keep my faith and love, and I will be ok.
In this moment, I feel truth in these words.
Life is limbo.
All the world is in flux, a perpetual state of change.
Things happen. Things change. Change is not good or bad. It just is, and it is for each of us to choose how we respond.
I may think back on times in my life that seemed stable and static, but I imagine that they were more likely periods of time when change may have been happening so gradually that I either did not notice or was reticent to pay attention for fear of what that change might mean.
Another friend told me I had courage.
Still another friend told me I am loved and shared a beautiful poem that I would like to include here.
The Guest House
This being human is a guest house.
Every morning a new arrival.
A joy, a depression, a meanness,
some momentary awareness comes
as an unexpected visitor.
Welcome and entertain them all!
Even if they’re a crowd of sorrows,
who violently sweet your house
empty of its furniture,
still, treat each guest honorably.
He may be clearing you out
for some new delight.
The dark thought, the shame, the malice,
meet them at the door laughing,
and invite them in.
Be grateful for whoever comes,
because each has been sent
as a guide from beyond.
1 thought on “Life is limbo”
Loved the post! I also write to figure myself out. Our plans might not always be what we expect but they always turn out better!