Miracles do happen
I am writing this week’s column in a very different head space to the last. I had a happening in my life this week that has changed my life forever and I offer you this story as a beacon of hope, especially if things are not looking as you would like them too right now.
You see, we never, ever know what is around the corner and what life has planned for us. I know that when things are tough or we are experiencing loss it is sometimes hard to believe in the perfection of life and to find beauty in everything that we see, but when we look back from a future vantage point we can almost always see why we had to live the unfolding of certain circumstances in order to grow or to allow a new set of experiences.
There is a wisdom that moves our lives, that connects us; an intelligent design behind all of it that is usually only obvious with hindsight- everything that is happening today is preparing you for tomorrow, and the tomorrow after that, therefore how can it be anything other than perfect. A perfect unfolding.
And how much easier would it be to traverse the difficult times if you could trust in that unfolding. How much easier would it be if you believed that there was a plot, that was already written and that you had to just trust in that and keep loving and accepting everything that showed up in your life in order to move you on to receive the next thing.
I received a phone call this week from Aberdeen, from a Scottish man who it turns out is my Uncle and it turns out I am the niece he didn’t even know existed and within 48 hours I was looking, for the first time, at a photograph of my mother, three years before she gave birth to me and gave me up for adoption. Just an ordinary Thursday afternoon turned into an extraordinary life event. And suddenly my life is changed forever.
Long ago I let go of the notion that I could control my life. The only control I believe we have is that we can use our responses wisely and that we find our wisdom when we have a quiet mind.
Over the years there have been many responses to my adoption that I could have chosen and many thoughts I could have taken seriously about it. I chose to believe that my Mother was doing the best she could for me at the time and therefore the fact that I was adopted has had little impact on my innate happiness. For others I know this is very different.
When things look hopeless the worst place we can act from is hopelessness. Keep the faith. Keep trusting in the perfection of the unfolding and find the beauty in everything.
You never, ever know what is just around the corner.
Dedicated to Ann Margaret Dalgarno 1943-1964. The photograph is her aged 17.