Right now my mind is whirling. It's filled with visions of past people and situations. Of old friends, favorite teachers and former crushes. I'm mulling over my past self -- who I was was and what I did. Last night was my eight year high school reunion (yes, eight year. It's a small school and they combined classes from 1997-2002). Talk about a time warp. It's a trip to see yourself in the eyes of another while you try to convince them in the span of five minutes you aren't the same. That you are no longer that girl who lacks perspective, who gets so trapped in the details of life she doesn't see the big picture. But of course to them you'll always be the person who wore a yellow tanktop over a plaid shirt for tacky day.
I remarked to a friend of mine it's weird to go from seeing certain people every day for years to all of a sudden not at all and then suddenly to see them again. I'm still tripping out this morning because my mind likes to reconcile the past with the present. To put together past selves with current realities. It's like a puzzle -- in high school you were this person and today you're this person. Maybe it's the journalist in me but I want to know the story. How did it all happen? How did you end up doing what you're doing? I think I'm also still tripping out about my reunion because I'm not satisfied. I don't know the stories. I don't know the progressions from the past to the present. All I have are past selves and now current selves with no idea what happened in between. Perhaps though it doesn't matter.
As I wrote about last week (and many times before), all there is is now. All there is is here. This moment in time as I sit on my bed typing on a borrowed laptop so old the wireless card is external. My mind likes to latch onto the past and mull it over but really the past matters only so much as I let it. It matters only as much as I allow it to shape the now. Of course there are consequences for every action and those consequences are still playing out, but me? My person? I get to decide moment by moment who I am and how my life will work. As Louise Hay says, "The point of of power is always in the now." It doesn't really matter who I was and what I did because I'm dealing with the now. The person I am today. The person who writes a weekly blog in the hopes her own struggles and insights will help others on their path of self-realization.
I may never know how my peers got to where they are and that's ok. Because they're here now. They're nurses and actors and stay-at-home moms. They're photographers and lawyers and teachers. All the trappings of what they're doing pale in comparison to who they are. To their essence. I already know their essence, just as I know my own essence. We are all love incarnate. Divine beings in human form. Therefore I know them already. Even with eight year gaps and stories in between we still know one another. Because their essence remains unchanged. When I dip into all that is I recognize that. I no longer feel the pain of separation or the rupture of an abrupt goodbye. Because I am you and you are me. When I feel sadness it's because I've forgotten that. Forgotten who I really am and where I come from, and I don't mean Wichita, Kan. There are no goodbyes because how do you say goodbye to yourself? Even when you lose yourself you'll eventually find you again. It's inevitable.
We are always connected to each other and that will not change. No matter what happens in the physical realm, in the spiritual realm we are all one. So the fact I didn't get to say goodbye to some folks, or that others didn't attend the reunion, doesn't ultimately matter. Time goes on and things in the physical world unfold but really we are eternal creatures. Outer appearances change but we remain the same.
I dream of a world where we recognize we are all connected at all times. A world where we understand "goodbye" is just a word because separation is an illusion. A world where we recognize our essence is what matters above all else. Above what we're doing and how we got there. I dream of a world where we see ourselves for who we are really are: spiritual beings having a human experience.
Another world is not only possible, it's probable.