Destined For Fate-ness

Destined For Fate-ness

10/4/2014 

I believe that we are given moments of significance that are opportunities to define us, mold us, and help to shape our future.  They are unexpected, unique, and sometimes challenging. In these moments, our world shrinks around us, close enough, tight enough to see the fine lines of interconnectedness. Sometimes that connection is through love, and sometimes it is through blood.  Coincidence. Fate. Luck. Chance. All words that fail to articulate the enormity of that awareness when it occurs. 

    

I’ve grown accustomed to moments like these throughout the span of my life. As one who is sometimes considered a mystic, a psychic, or inherently predisposed to foreknowledge, coincidence is a lovely interruption to the belief that I already know the end result.   The clock stops and I begin again to consider the idiosyncrasy in the movement of time, and my course within its passage. Destiny, if she were to have a name.

Twice this week I’ve been blessed with the feeling of my world shrinking around me. Each provided different connecting lines.  Each through different loves.  A love for my family, and a love for a child. Both instances revolved around a belief, a passion, and a desire to understand, to hope for something greater.  Both instances have drastically changed my perception of people near to me.  One I have known through my lifetime, and one I’ve only known professionally, and in these strange events I have learned much about these people.

I have also learned a little about what lies within the layers of my heart.  There is a divine connection from that core resonating as deeply as I feel things, to my head as I seek to understand them.  This connection, born in the heavens where my existence was constructed, and finally to my world where dreams are made tangible initiated through the explosion of a star. 

I have a new awareness of the measure of influence my words can have. They can be distorted to suit an individual belief when one refuses to see the truth for what it is, instead of using it to heal the pain that confusion can cause. Or, they can paint a portrait of one soul reaching out, to touch others, to start a movement, to make a shift in the universe, and share a bit of their light so that it may serve to the betterment of another.