Home and FamilySpirituality Information - Journey In The Fields Of Forever ( Part 53 )
“Gideon knows and understands much more than you could imagine. Don’t analyze these things to death, John.” Again,she knew what I was thinking.
“So many people hope and pray that one day, they’ll meet the right partner. They go through a lifetime and still it doesn’t seem to happen. Why is that Marla?”
“Simple,” she replied,“don’t try to meet the right person. Just be the right person and you’ll see the right person as he or she comes into your reality. ‘Like attracts like,’ you know. It’s an immutable law. Just be the best you that you can be every moment of your life. Let your true essence flow through your entire being. When the message and the messenger are one, you’ll find that you have transcended; you have become so special that you’re now ordinary. And, of course, you must believe that you deserve all good things. Don’t be a victim of guilt. The only message guilt has for us is ‘You don’t deserve, you don’t deserve.’ Watch out for it.”
By this time we had reached the hotel. I had the urge to ask Marla a very important question,but I was afraid of the answer. Yet, once more, she had the answer before I could ask the question.
“What happened back there, ”she said, pointing toward the beach,“was something that happened between two very good friends. It was spontaneous and the time and place were right. No guilt, no regrets. No reading anything into it. Will it happen again? In this wonderful world of infinite possibilities, who knows what could happen as we travel the road that never ends? Let’s get on with life and what we must do. It’s really a great adventure.”
We agreed to meet in the lobby in about a half-hour for the trip to the airport. I went up to my room and as I packed my carry-on, I found myself humming a tune to the haunting words of Henry Herbert Knibbs:
There ain’t no sweet Penelope somewhere that’s longing much for me, But I can smell the blundering sea and hear the rigging hum; And I can hear the whispering lips that fly before the outbound ships,And I can hear the breakers on the sand a-booming,‘Come!’
And yet, it was not a tune of sadness, but one of the joy of discovery. A part of me seemed to know without the slightest doubt that Marla enjoyed our few close moments. But at the same time,she cared enough to share some simple truths of successful relationships. Another part of me would like her to continue sharing simple truths the way she did on the beach. Perhaps, she might even progress to more complex truths. But everything in good time. The words from the book of Ecclesiastes came to my mind as I picked up my luggage and headed for the lobby:
To every thing there is a season and a time to every purpose under the heaven:
A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted;
A time to weep, and a time to laugh .. .
A time to love and a time. ...
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