Moments

Moments are curious events, often catching one unawares.  Like life, which also has a tendency to catch one unawares.  I seem to have lots of moments which have a familiar theme.  I even recently wrote about that theme in the final assignment, an essay, for my masters Social Work degree which I have just finished after studying part-time since 2016.  That theme is the importance of spiritual growth and development and the intersection or relationship of that with the afterlife.

I’ve always known, since childhood, that there was a loving vastness standing behind what my senses told me was reality and that that vastness was the source of everything manifesting as matter in the physical universe.  I didn’t understand that intellectually, that came later when I entered the tavern of ruin.  But I felt it; I had the knowing of it in the depths of my being.  And though I’ve now grown into adulthood and have the lived experience of vulnerability in both its positive and negative aspects, that knowing has continually nurtured my soul, sustained it, and given it direction.  It has never wavered; it has always been true and constant as has the source from whence it came.

I have known many people in my life, some in a casual way, others more intimately or personally.  Amongst the faces there are some I don’t see anymore because life has taken them in a different direction to mine, but their presence, despite their absence, has been stamped on my soul.  In quiet moments I connect with them, reaching through time and space, knowing them again and comforted by the fact that though our paths may no longer conjoin in this life, it will in the next.  There are bonds between some souls which exist outside of space and time, which link them such that when death comes they are able to reunite once again, unfettered by the social mores and constraints of the day.