How much do I grasp of this journey and the remarkable relationships I have been given? And as we all move from day to day, how often am I missing the presence Divine in the midst of the everyday? I might be missing a lot, and I would like to change that.
Now deep in middle age, and passing more milestones in life, do I even have something close to a sense of wonder and mystery about it all? Is there, deep within me, a glimpse of a vague understanding of my part in this relentless, remarkable, enchanting, mysterious gift I have been given in the form of friends and family?
Older Daughter is back beginning her final year in college at DePaul in Chicago, after a great summer at the Rose Bowl Aquatic Center, helping to lead the Sting Rays Swim Team. Younger Daughter is weeks away from starting her own remarkable journey at the University of Washington. As the seasons of adulthood change, am I really taking in all of this amazing ride? Do I get it; do I really understand?
It seems we hold these moments of life with our children like some kind of impossible net made of gossamer threads. We can never get a complete or permanent grip. And, it seems, this is the way it is meant to be.
Kevin Kling is a storyteller, and I recently heard him interviewed. He said this, that completely struck me; it was an epiphany of sorts:
"As children, we are closer in time to the Creator. I realized who I connected with. As a kid, I connected with my grandparents. We were in the same light. I was in the dawn, and they were in the twilight, but we were in the same light. They were heading to the Creator, and I was coming from the Creator. And, because of that, we spoke a very similar language. I wondered as I was getting older and as I looked back, where that goes. Because it does go. We become entrenched in this world. As time goes on, and we come to the end of our lives, we return to that point.""Because it does go". My goodness! Where has it gone for me? In the busy-ness of running my own business? In the blur of the everyday? Sometimes, we just get lost in the immediate, don't we? We become entrenched in this world. I love that phrasing. Heading off to work each day, dealing with the immediacy of life. We are like the people in the Rockwell painting"Lift Up Thine Eyes". Although its too small to see, the print on the sign reads, of course, "Lift up Thine Eyes". Beneath it, the hoards of the city trudge onward to work, heads downcast.
As this new chapter of life in the form of "empty nest" comes into focus, I want to pay attention, to make a difference in the lives of others, and to remember and celebrate it.