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Once upon a time,
a man was walking alone through a quiet
neighborhood in New Orleans, Louisiana. It was
raining that day. Not seriously, more of a
drizzle than a downpour. That, combined with the
overcast sky and an unexpected, muted, eerie
momentary sliver of odd sunlight, seemed to
soften everything, bathe all the man could see
with a suffused radiance. Something, (he'll
never know what) prompted him at a certain
moment, a magic moment, to pause and glance up
at a building near the sidewalk. There, peering
out from the other side of a rain-streaked
second story window was an enchanting,
gamin-like face, framed by a shining spill of
short, blond hair and blessed with soft blue
eyes, that reflected, even from where he stood,
a keen intelligence married to a self-confident
personality and a curiously vulnerable soul.
Through artifice, with the complexity of a
business associate, the man arranged, a short
time later, to meet his "woman-in-the-window."
As time passed, she cautiously began to reveal a
glimpse of her innermost, |
private
thoughts. How she had come to realize her life path was best
defined as "spiritual" rather than religious;
how she had discovered giving to others was not
a duty nor a moral issue, but rather, a
dependable source of genuine, selfless joy for
the giver; how she came to understand her
compulsions were not to be fought nor railed
against, but instead, embraced and celebrated as
a vital part of her uniqueness. She told the
man, as he listened in respectful silence,
knowing he was blessed to be with her, she had
found rapport and peace with the universe and
all that dwelled within its limitless
dimensions. She had learned acceptance was the
answer to turmoil; that she was neither the
dwarf of her fears nor the giant of her dreams;
that she was, in fact, just Jessica. And that
was enough. More than enough; it was
transcendent. With this realization, all
obstacles disappeared and her path became clear
and unobstructed. She had found serenity by
accepting each person, place, thing or situation
as being exactly was it was supposed to be at
any given moment in time; |
by the
realization
that nothing in the universe had, nor ever would
happen, by mistake. She began to experience joy
the exact moment she realized joy was not a
manifestation of circumstance but, a result of
an "inside-out" process when one's true soul
becomes unshackled by vain and petty concerns.
She had evolved. She had come to fully accept
herself as a unique and crucial entity within
the endless and perfect unfolding of a cosmic
intelligence. She found little rapport, however,
with the strange man with whom she tried to
express these personal thoughts. She began to
find him tedious and unchallenging and faded
from his life convinced he had insufficient
sensitivity to ever have an understanding of her
true nature. No doubt she was correct. His
absence in her life left her with no psychic
wound, no emotional pain, no vacuum to fill, nor
even a wistful longing. He still thinks about
her though, his "woman-in-the-window."
Almost every day. |
