“NEVER GO STRAIGHT! ALWAYS GO GAILY FORWARD!”
Such effervescent and insistent proclamations in the case of my helping him look for an address should have clued me in early on that Lee was planning to revert back to his former lifestyle, eventually.
But Lee’s permeability in love was just one of those times in life when I learned that nothing in our lives is truly “fixed.” Change is not only inevitable, it is truly, wonderfully possible.
This story has meaning to me, because I think sometimes the “crank” of time seems ruthless. Yet I know we have all kinds of everyday magic to manipulate this.
In fact, I sort of TOTALLY disagree that going forward is some kind of life requirement. OK, so perhaps yes I can agree that time tends to move “on.” Our bodies do age. Forwardness can’t be argued, in a certain sense, physically.
But beyond such a petty limitation, what is stopping me from going back? Or inside more deeply? Or wrapping myself around something so completely that I reshape myself? What is stopping me from creating a kind of love that moves not at all in any direction, but holds perfectly still for ages and ages?
The Swirling Self
Today I was sitting my van in the school parking lot and I looked up and spotted another mom, Hilary. She was walking across the snow-covered field back to her car. She was lost in thought and not aware of being observed. She looked at ease and gone in some distant place — only giving away clues about herself from her well-loved Steelers hoodie and broken-in running sneakers.
If I say the word “Mom” about Hilary that would be accurate. She has two kids, grade 6 and 3. I could say “nurse” or “wife” or “neighbor” or “runner.” All of these words define some part of her identity. All of them pull her forward in her daily calendar and help her shape the constant accumulation of time in her years.
But it wasn’t any of those parts of her I spotted this morning. It was something less tangible, more real. It was the continually swirling part of her -- memory and spirit and thought. All parts of her which do not normally exist in space in a linear way. They are wholly human, and so they are continuing shifting and moving out and back like water, in multiple directions and through time.
I appreciate the linear and see it, coasting along the top of everything we do. Yet, I cannot subscribe to the idea that going forward is “the way.” Although I agree it is inevitable, I feel a much more organic, emotional and multi-dimensional experience is how we move.
Life is too beautiful and too sensible to be a rushing interstate.