In the beginning, each spark of life, each core of existence arrives on a shore of being. Like a tiny periwinkle among giant conchs, it wiggles to a place upon sands that are constantly washed by the sea of life. Its evolution within its passage through life is anchored to both its shell and its circumstance.
Likewise, each anchoring beach comprises unique conditions. Its base might be soft silica sand, easy on both shell and foot. On the other hand, coarse sand, made from granite and other hard minerals could leave behind a swath of hard-packed terrain where the diminutive periwinkle is forever buried, with little likelihood of resurfacing. Gravel could make movement treacherous or uncomfortable along other stretches of shoreline. Boulders. pounded relentlessly by ferocious waves, might never allow a shell to lift itself above the waters.
All gradients of condition exist for both beach and the life sparks that move ashore with the aid of the sea. Each individual life must find purchase on the shore and expand from there. Some get chosen for inland locations. They’re taken from the sands, carried to a favored place and shown off for their unique beauty. Others are taken away to be ground into use as components for building materials, both mundane and grandiose. Still more lose parts of themselves as adornments worn by those who admire their pretty colors.
Yet, within all futures, each spark retains its core, whether pristine or corrupted, tarnished or scratched, hopeful or beaten. With the individual lies what is gained from its existence. The profit isn’t contained in vaults of gold or hectares of property, but in the knowledge and wisdom gleaned from the act of living.
Scientists have posited that all life contains a grain of stardust, an infinitesimal speck of the cosmic stuff of stars. If so, we as humans, are merely another life form among many, each striving to make a space for ourselves upon the shore where we landed. The conditions for that life vary according to terrain, heritage, genetic predisposition, and our own decisions.
The past seven months have been a testament to raging seas for me. My periwinkle shell has been tossed upon boulders, gravel shores, and buried up to my shell’s escape hatch. And the waves continue.
I’ve learned much during this period of testing both patience and perseverance. My life spark doesn’t give up easily. It may hibernate until it can breathe properly and focus on more than the next few hours, but it doesn’t give up.
Hope and personal fantasy keep sparks alive when little else can. Practicality doesn’t come into the equation. At least, not during those waking hours of making it through the muddle and turbulence of treading waves.
Meditation adds stability for those who can tolerate their own relentless thoughts and their wandering paths. Yet, it is along those meandering trails of seemingly mindless musings where the deepest insights are discovered. Insights not merely about oneself, but also about one’s place in the universe. Meditation allows a person to be the objective observer of her own existence, if she will allow her awareness to take up that role.
Such observation affords an opportunity to take stock of one’s life, without the emotional impact associated with immediate circumstances or life pressures. It also gives one breathing space to regroup for future actions.
Those actions may be guided by personal desire, thwarted desires, long-held dreams, or any number of those incentives. Whatever the course chosen, it’s derived from the flickering spark that has survived the raging waters of life. It has survived to carry its light to other shores, for other purposes, based on its previous travels.
My spark continues on a writer’s road. The destination of that road, however, has many detours lurking along its length. I’ve always been a person who wondered where unknown roads lead. Perhaps that’s the adventurer in me. Perhaps, it’s merely the curious child, looking for a new playground. Whatever the cause, I fully intend to enjoy this wandering journey of mine.
If I manage to shed a bit of light here and there, so much the better. If all I do is entertain someone for a short space of time, I’ll count myself well-paid. Regardless of destination, personal enjoyment is on my agenda.
It is my hope that whatever rough seas you have traversed this year will throw your spark onto a shore where you can find purchase and glow for all the world to see.
The future is too fluid to make more than flexible plans. And I must be as fluid as I can in whatever I chose to work on next.
I will try to stop in here to throw down a personal challenge on a more regular basis. Looking for new activities is becoming increasingly attractive. Who knows what I’ll come up with in the next few weeks.
Hang in there, folks. This little speck of stardust hasn’t forgotten you. I’ve just been in a place you really didn’t want to see. It wasn’t pretty
Take care, all. I’ll see you soon. Until then,