Time Enough to Love.

I was fortunate enough to travel to the Redwood National and State Parks in July this past summer. My recollection of the energetic and wild Pacific Ocean leaves me with a feeling of reverence and uncertainty.

This place is ever-changing, and it holds very little of substance. Tides roll in and out, washing the beaches with rhythms of uncertain time. The ground beneath this place is moving in an unfinished design.

Perhaps the memory of this adaptive coastline is a metaphor for me to use in looking at my life (and yours?).

There is a time and a purpose we are told. But this time is fleeting. Now I see that. A purpose that rests in position is simply on the verge of the next decisive moment.

I see only one condition that transcends limits and parameters. That influence, in all that is or all that was, is love.

Love, as a purpose, is timeless. Its dimension has a magnitude beyond the understanding of any human mind.

I have named this blog site, “There is a Time,” and gave it the subheading  “Time for Love”. That is a title and a subsection all wrapped into one name. I named it this because I see that time, love, and purpose are really all one entity.

I am far from able to live this purpose to its fullest. I am far from understanding its limitless reach.

I started this blog as a distraction. I was in a moment when my two children were to start their adult lives. I wrote about myself, a mother saying goodbye, and I wrote about change.

I didn’t know that neither of those sentiments was stable. Goodbye is an end. But what is an end? Change alters terms, yet some things remain, and some things depart.

Within a year, my goodbye went to fear. I thought that I might lose someone that I love forever. And in the same year, I realized I had two daughters.

No person has been lost. Only one is truly and more authentically found. Both children are beautiful and lovable.

I will try to continue to write about what I learn about love. I know the boundaries of love have no finality. Yet, I am human.

I will write about how the fact that I am human (and so are you). I will write about how easily I can prevent the extent of this purpose, of love, from expanding.

I can halt it simply because I don’t understand its capacity.

I have deep respect for life. It is absolutely amazing.

Yet, life is represented by time. So it is not limitless. I am bound to time, but not defined by it.

Time enough to love. Sufficient time to be love.

That’s all I have.