Clocks & Calendars

Some time ago, many moons that breathed before me, what now feels like a lifetime or two that slipped way, I was traveling through Turkey, deep into the southern side of Her glorious and eclipsing coastline. And with the top pulled down on that chicken bus, surrounded by Imams and the indigenous, with the wind blowing sideways and gently, traveling from Istanbul towards the ancient land of Cappadocia, and sailin' off towards the Unknown and perhaps simultaneously into an oblivion into the Middle East. Just to taste the mysteries of the desert and what laid beyond...

I was dirty and dusty, distressed and draught, so beat up and busted, but yet ready to shed my skin and bones, hopeful to just sleep and awake to embrace the next adventure upon my horizon, ever ready to taste the next culture, humbled and honored, to awaken inside both their worlds as well as being awakening inside myself, to dance upon the new discotheques of this adventure of Life.

When I arrived later, some off hours into the candelabra of the burning night, the morning dawn still a whisper of what was awaiting, the bus holding up a hard stop, just a breath now from a still moment and not knowing a soul around when I landed, ignorant of the indigenous language, what did I know?, where am I going?, where is my soul tonight?, where am I going to sleep today?, what I am doing?...

And then in a raspy voice, full of gravel, the driver belted out: 

Şimdi herkes kapalı. Dikkatli ol.

In other words, "Everyone one off. Be safe."

"Safe"... such a word. And that word got my heart spinning, backpack strapped to my hardened shoulder lines, singing out loud of nothing of meaning, walking slowly towards the front entrance, wondering, like I was kneeling before the Pope, yet again bowing in the Basilica de San Pedro. And my heart, untamed and full of light in that moment, reached out to understand anything, a perspective or judgement or stance. Something real that brought me here.

And that's when two words surfaced up to my mind: Clocks and Calendars.

Clocks, and Calendars.

We measure time with these two items, clocks and calendars. But We remember time with the motions and memories that affect us most. Events and Emotions. We remember first how people affect us and secondly what they say, and though their words may fade into the dark and distant fields of our minds, the movements and maneuvers of their hearts never leave ours too soon.  They stir us, as you stir the world too.

What you do matters, and it affects more people than you yet realize.

So as you move through this day, know this:

Albeit you may not feel so significant or relevant or worthy of notice, trust me, You Are! All of the Celestial is redesigning and rearranging the Constellations to simply spell out your name! Chessy, yes, I admit, but nonetheless true.  

You matter. In the Book of Humanity, as Angels and the Timeless pen all that is indelible, your words and actions hold such weight, and indeed your very name is recorded where it will not be erased.  

You are more amazing than You yet know!, inside out and incontrovertible...

Post Script: So I took a walk upon the beach earlier today. Not a soul was around. Just the stars and softness of Nature Herself cascading all around me. They were my comfort and companions. And my thoughts and desires faded into the waters and endless waves as I stood and stared into the abyss. And I thought what a gift it is to be alive. To have these crazy dreams and thoughts, to have such wonderful companions and colleagues, to have lived such a life, many times over, and really just to say "thank you" for being able to draw breath. It is a gift to be alive, no matter the challenges each of us face, and God knows that some days they are like a never ending avalanche!, but Life is a blessing... and so are you.

So while we know each other not, I'll keep the light on for you and hold the door for you Child... and remember, you are Amazin'!... no "g" required.

So glad you're here..