Beyond the loom

Thinking back on some of the things I wanted so badly I could almost taste them, I am surprised at how it all worked out.

I never found that field where cats could go to pick out their kittens.  My mother told me about it and I dreamed of it for more years than you might believe.

I never owned a Dr. Kildare shirt, or a real poodle skirt.  I never lived barefoot in the country surrounded by my home schooled children and I never sat on a sun dappled swing being pushed by my adoring husband while pregnant with our child.

There was a time when each of these things was something I thought I wanted more than anything else in the world.  They were the story of my life, written by me, for me, over many years.

My real life has been much more intricately woven and magical than anything I might have imagined.

It didn't always feel that way.  Sometimes the twists and turns of reality felt unbearable -- and yet:

I ended up having a rich and unusual life and I would never trade it for anything else.

Without some of the trials and tribulations I might not have adopted my children, or met my best friend.  I might not be living in relative comfort right now, or have experienced the wonderful freedom of so many adventures.

Sometimes it is better to let the universe control the warp and weft of a life that seems lost, or beyond control.  There truly are more things possible than I ever dared to dream of.