About Me
Like many other young children I had what you could call an imaginary friend. Our conversations were always intelligent and those of equals: proper conversation, not child talk. The voice in my head I associated with God - after all I had no other label to give it, and I didn't consider I was especially privileged. I thought he must talk to everyone that way. But I always paid attention to the voice. One day when it called out my name, particularly insistent. I went running downstairs to my mother, asking why she wanted me. All she said was, ‘You never come when I call you!'
Once I was old enough to start school the voice moved away. Or perhaps it is that I have no memory of it at that time. It came back occasionally when I was in my teens and leading a life where I thought I didn't fit in anywhere. It was always reassuring, but never pandered to my needs, or ego. Life just was... I was the only one who could fix it. My father once said that the day we leave school is the day we really begin our education. He was talking about life, of course, but I didn't want to believe him. I was so glad to be out of school and in the adult world. I didn't want to think about any more learning. And yet that is what life kept throwing at me. And, as each decade has passed, it seems that even going over old ground a new meaning can present itself, and old patterns begin to disappear to be replaced by new and deeper understanding.
Now I can see that life has unfolded in precisely the right way to lead me to this point, which is exactly where I'd want to be right now. As for tomorrow? Well that's anyone's guess, but I trust I'll keep moving on, experiencing new insights and meeting new people and familiar friends, whether of this world or some other reality.
