“Yea, I shall return with the tide.”- Kahlil Gibran, The Prophet
I had not thought about the tide and how it brings things back. Again, if only I’d known! I didn’t. I don’t know if I’d have felt differently then. I know I do now.- 7/2015
I’ve named this Blog spot, “There Is A Time”, not because I really know this to be true. I don’t know for sure about time and space, no one does. For me life has always sort of happened.
It has really been the attitude I have taken on this journey, and the choices I’ve made, that probably have influenced the time, reality and direction of my life. There may be more to it. That is a matter of faith and that’s another story. It is not the story I want to blog about now.
However, in my world, right now, it is a time. It is a time of change and letting go. It is a point for reflection and for anticipation. Moments will be filled with welcoming and saying good-bye. A month or so of feeling a strange newness and mourning the loss of the familiar.
I am the mother bear and my cubs are emerging from the den. They are hungry, starving really, craving for their new life. They are wild with desire to experience all that life offers. I am cautiously releasing them into this uncultivated landscape. I know they will be windswept and tossed about but they will land, conceivably softly. In my imagination they find order and peace. Or at least that is my hope.
Life is like that. I know that now.
They will find out all about life.
It will be on their own, along this free and self-determined path, that life will teach them and take them by the hand. Life is our classroom; and as undetermined and lacking in design as it may seem, somehow life does create its own parameters. That, too, is another story.
Over the next month or so, I will blog. I will jot words that come to me, the mother bear, the one standing behind and holding back. I will watch and listen. I will let you all know how it seems to me as I let go.
I have always heard people talk of an “empty nest”. This seems so very sad. The image of a nest, empty, dirty and cold, is not pleasant at all. My home will not be this empty place. I am determined to make it more than that. Maybe a cozy den where I’m happy to be alone is a better image to conjure up. I think I am liking the bear image better than the bird.
In children’s literature it is the bear cub and the mother or father bear that get so much attention. There are few stories of birds and nests. I think this is because a bear can cuddle and warm their offspring. It seems that letting something you’ve cuddled go out into this world just seems less cruel. They will have to go anyway, too big for the nest, too curious for the den. No matter really, they go.
It is love that will sustain them. Love is the nutritious food that I’ve fed them. That is what they will need to bear out this journey. That is what I know I want most for them to stumble upon and fall into along the way.
Join me for a month or so as I give them a cuddle or two more before they go. Join me as I stand back, watching, waiting and hoping.
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