The Festival of Life

The Festival of Life April 20, 2015


We fight it constantly, but the meaning of life waits beyond all our plans and under all our desires; waiting for us to lose our maps and crack our hard shells open so that the light within can join with the light without.



What if the heart cracks like a seed,

needing to be opened to grow? Then

how do we understand what comes

pouring out? Does pain turn into a

small root? Does grief if watered start

to break ground? It does no good to tell

someone broken that they will become a

flower. No one believes this while lost in

the dark, anymore than creatures of the

night can believe that there’s a festival

of life making up the day. But this is

the work of faith, the faith that moves

like song and blood beneath our wounds:

to believe that we are more than what is

done to us. It’s true. I’ve lost everything

more than once, each a devastation. Yet

each in time grew me into who I was to

be. I can’t explain or offer conclusions.

Just know that we’re surprised into being.

Like divers who open the treasure just

as they’re running out of air, we’re

forced to let go of what we want

in order to live another day.

A Question to Walk With: Describe a time when you were close to what you wanted, only to have to put it down or walk away in order to take good care of yourself.

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