My work for the day was done. In the moment of reflection, I found myself inside the reflection on my notebook’s screen. As the day replayed, I realised that everyone has a unique story. Their experience is not mine. Their learnings are just that, theirs. On a good day, we share our stories and support each other. Yesterday was one where I walked alone in my virtual world. With minimal tangible interactions, I wrote, shared stories, and challenged with voices and pictures of those living in my mind. We touched our lives even as the room remained silent and empty. With the reflection dominating the screen, I considered the lessons Life wanted to leave with me for the day ahead.
Our path is uniquely our own, even as we share it with others. Family and friends are within my virtual reach. There will be few casual encounters. When we interact, one or both of us is being intentional. What we find will be captured as an experience. No two are the same. Hearing your story, I realise I cannot make mine yours. An old writer contrasted his experience with others; “No, that’s not your experience at all. You’ve come to Mount Zion, the city where the living God resides. The invisible Jerusalem is populated by throngs of festive angels and Christian citizens.” (Hebrews 12.22) In the differences of our stories and experiences, one finds hope, new insights, and the opportunity to share.
Stories become complete with the benefit of time. So much is going on in each moment. My body and mind are absorbing it all, even as my mind struggles to get a grip. Reflecting on what I see in silence, I understand the past with clarity and insight. It is not that I was wrong at any given moment. It is Divinity’s gift to see more completely. She helps by distancing myself from emotional distractions. She offers perspective as I consider those around me, especially in their angsts and needs. In the richness of the story that emerges, I find light, learning, and hope.
