D.E.A.R. Universe

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D.E.A.R. Universe,

You mysterious thing, you! Just when I begin to think things will never get better, you gently push me over the edge.

And while I’m free-falling, kicking and screaming, you whisper, “Open your eyes. Open your eyes and see.”

“What?” I scream. “I’m looking and all that’s there is a whole lot of empty space, which I happen to be currently falling through at warp speed. A little help please!!”

“You’re doing it wrong.”

“I’m doing it wr – wait, seriously? Now you’re critiquing my death plummet? Nice.”

“Stop looking.”

“God, I’m so confused. Confused and DYING! First, you want me to look. Now, you want me to stop looking?”

“YES!”

“Care to elaborate while I flail helplessly through space?”

“See.”

“No, I don’t see! Please just –”

“Stop looking. And see.”

“Looking. Seeing. Same. Freaking. Thing.”

“No, it’s not.”

“Ok, I’ll bite. Not much else to do as I fly dying.”

“You’ve always looked. All your life. Looking for love — ”

“In all the wrong places. Get it? Oh, never mind.”

“Looking for answers. Looking for God. But if you never see, then any looking you have done will be in vain.”

“I don’t get it.”

“And you never will until you stop looking. You look around you now and you see ’empty space’. Looking is a quick action, a surface scan, if you will. If I gave you a flower right now, like this -”

And just like that I’m holding a daisy, which is quite appropriate since I’ll be pushing them up soon.

“Hey, if you can manifest a daisy, you think maybe you might manage to conjure up a parachute, or at least a field of pillows?”

“Yes, you identify the flower as a daisy by looking. But –”

“I’m guessing that’s a no on the parachute.”

“But now I want you to see the flower. Go beyond the surface. What do you see?”

“It’s white. It’s soft. Looks like a star…oh, wow, I never noticed the center, it looks like smaller yellow flowers, more stars. And the pattern is so perfect.”

“You’re still falling, you know.”

“Oh crap! Yeah, there’s that.”

“But you forgot. That you were falling.”

“We aren’t really talking about daisies anymore are we?”

“No, we’re not. You’ve been on edge a bit lately –”

“Oh, you’re a witty one.”

“You worry and fret moment to moment and day to day. You look left and right for the right thing to do, the right way to be. What if I do it wrong? What if I make a bad decision? But you’re missing the small picture. The now. It’s time to see and be seen. You all have no idea that all the time you spend looking for this and that, could be spent on seeing what’s all around you. Close your eyes.”

“Again?”

“Close your eyes.”

“Ok.”

“Now open them and tell me what you see.”

I open my eyes slowly, and in that moment, I’m no longer falling. I’m flying. And it’s the most beautiful feeling I’ve ever felt.

“What do you see?”

“Possibility. So much possibility.”

 

Thank you for being patient with me, Universe.

Love,

Ginger, the possibilitarian

 

One thought on “D.E.A.R. Universe

  1. Your writing is amazing. John walked in and I did not realize he was standing next to me reading with me. He just told me he has seen a difference in me over the past few days. I asked him to explain it to me. He just told me I seemed to be a lot more relaxed and content. I wish I could explain it to you like I did to him. Maybe, as we continue to write and share, I can explain how I feel. You have brought this uneasiness I have had for a long time to the surface and this is very good. You could have never convinced me a week ago that your Universe has changed something in me. Thank you, Michelle, you are a remarkable woman. I actually have a smile on my face.

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