Is time really a linear progression from then to now to the future? Yes and no. I perceive time passing, certainly, though it's never a steady progression. Some days fly by, other days dig in their heels and drag on and on. Still, anytime I look into the mirror I notice that decades have passed since I was thirty five. How did that happen? Yikes!
Sometimes, though, time loops around. At odd moments I am given a brief glimpse, as if around a temporal corner, into what will be. I've also noticed that the past sometimes comes to visit the present. Do you know what I'm talking about?
Currently I'm emailing back and forth with two old, dear friends, each of them from very different chapters of my life. Both of them found me through the internet of course. God bless the internet.
There's nothing like looking at a pic of someone you haven't seen for thirty years - wow. The impact of all the changes folks go through over time is thrilling. Feeling the rush of the years that have passed, and yet being able to access all the love I ever felt for these people, is such a blessing. The capacity we humans have for love is staggering, isn't it? Is the heart really the size of a fist? Because it feels as big as the moon to me.
Just the other day I was feeling sorry for myself because the contour of my life seems to always be about letting go, releasing, endlessly cleaning out the closet of my funky mental and emotional structures. Seems like the trash can of my mind needs to be emptied almost constantly. The reunions I'm currently enjoying with these two wonderful people have shaken me out of the poor-l'il-me state of mind. After all, letting go is the only way to create space into which marvels can arise.
Perhaps it's time to open the door of the non-metaphorical closet in my non-metaphorical room, clean it out. A thorough spring cleaning of my closet will be my offering of thanks, my dance of shamanic alignment and gratitude for the gift of reunion I'm currently experiencing. Yeah. Why not?