In hindsight, the opportunity for lunch was randomly perfect. I did not realise it then as I was flowing in the moment, sharing where I live and what I can see with a friend. It was a weekend filled with harmony, conversation, and hope. I had no idea where it would go. As we sat down for a meal, time seemed to slow, opening a blank napkin on which we could draw and share.
The meal stretched out, suddenly catching up with me as the sun started its slow descent towards the horizon. In the time in between, we enjoyed a paella and let our conversation wander where it was intended to go. I look back and realise, “There’s an opportune time to do things, a right time for everything on the earth.” (Ecclesiastes 3.1). As today’s blank sheet unfolds in front of me, the lessons from the meal, conversation, and scribbles continue to shape my thoughts on the coming steps.
I am the author of my story. I determine the characters that influence my heart and soul. I dictate my words and actions, always revealing more than I realise. I am aware of the times when I think I have nothing to say. Looking back, I see that in good and bad times, in light and darkness, I am writing and recording the details that make up the chapters of my life. With alternative plotlines taking shape around me, I will let some influence, guide, and shape my choices. Ultimately, I will be the author of the legacy I leave behind.
The rhythms of life remind me of cycles, rebirth, and restoration. I have opportunities to care. I can be a carrier of compassion and empathy. There is so much that is possible in my words and actions. In looking out, I am reminded that it all starts within. My priorities come to life in how I choose to use my time. My values are created and grow with each word I share. My soul will show up in my relationships.
It’s time to write.
