My Place

“Everything in its own time.”

I heard this phrase from a friend yesterday, read it three times in my book, heard it on the television.

Is the universe speaking to me?

Am I listening?

Yes I am.

The sun rises every morning whether I see it or not.  Water flows downhill everywhere in the world.  There is a beautiful symmetry to this living.  It shows up in constants across the board, but I just don’t always notice it.

Sometimes the time frame is larger than my vision, the plan beyond my comprehension.  I think because I don’t see it that it doesn’t exist, or I used to think that.

Now I am starting to get a peek at the real miracles.  Over striving, thinking I am a necessary part of every little detail is both right and wrong. The world will continue quite nicely without my intervention, and enabling, and rending of my garments and hair.  There are enough people creating drama and dissension to keep the negatives flowing for a million years.

But I do have a place and I do have a calling to do what I do best.  Knowing what that is is the real quest in life.  Slipping quietly into my little place on the wheel means I will be at the right place at the right time and whatever happens is meant to be.

It is necessary to make room for the gifts that lie along the way and have faith that they will slip into my life when it is time.