There’s Only So Much Time

I am surprised at how quickly my time has filled up since I committed to entering the world of the “Blog”.

I was seriously intent for the first week and now I have let several days go by and entered nothing. Not that I haven’t had thoughts that could have led to an entry. I guess life is either focused on one thing “Your Job” / “Your Family”, etc. or something else.

My life has been focused on moving on….

Four weeks ago, my wife and I left the church we attended for the past 22 years.

It was not an easy decision…matter of fact it took over two years to get the feeling that we were doing the right thing…the only thing left to do.

It was “Grief” and “Relief” all rolled up into one big softball in my stomach. Grief for what we were leaving…and relief that we were finally at peace with a decision.

I have also come to that point in “blogness” where I decide not to hold anything back. It is actually for me anyway….writing my thoughts…in order to release me from having to hang onto them in an unhealthy way. If you read them…it is like reading a dream anyway. You don’t know whether I am telling stories or telling truth or a bit of both.

I am reminded of a poem by Czeslaw Milosz. He is a Lithuanian awarded the Nobel Prize for literature in 1980.

The poem is called “Late Ripeness” and begins:

Not soon, as late as the approach of my ninetieth year,
I felt a door opening in me and I entered
the clarity of early morning.

One after another my former lives were departing,
like ships, together with their sorrow.

The poem ends with:

I knew always, that I would be a worker in the vineyard,
as are all men and women living at the same time,
whether they are aware of it or not.

When one door closes, another opens. The journey is always beginning and ending.

I am once again excited about my future.

What about yours?

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