I read somewhere that it's the holes in lace which renders it beautiful and that the same can be said about the human experience. And that life is constantly spinning from night to day, from darkness to light and that each new day brings its own promise of hope. I also remember reading that Corrie Ten Boom said that life is like a tapestry or a needlepoint, I can't remember but the point was that from down here on Earth all we see are the threads hanging down. From above, the patterns are beautiful.
So, I've lived long enough and had enough knocks to know that life is unpredictable and I may have come to the point where I am actually tired of trying to control it all. Fear and anxiety gets us nowhere. When will I be humble enough to reclaim my faith and admit that I am incapable of controlling anything except my own reaction to what may come?
When I was much younger my life seemed to go in cycles of a couple of years. Now that I'm well into mid-life, it seems that the rhythm has evolved into decades.
I feel like a monarch caterpillar which has been in the opaqueness of its chrysalis and that the membrane has become translucent. I can see the promise of a new era in my life and that all I have to do is act with courage and break through the thin membrane which still traps me in my warm and cozy comfort zone.
I've made gains in the last while about giving up on worrying about little things and going back to check repeatedly on insignificant things.
Eleanor Roosevelt's words helped me on Friday: "You must do the thing you think you cannot do."
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