Amen to that

When the metal wire finally snapped, lashed and left those lacerations behind, I didn't really expect anything to break my fall. Except there were - those entangled cotton strings. A safety net that stretched in various degrees upon impact, but did not break altogether.


So I've been quite down lately, with the latent boredom, mood swings and all. And then, the universe conspired, again, only this time in a polite and positive manner. All of the sudden, I got a chance to catch up with my senior and a week later, several of my batch mates. A pal from my hometown 'coincidentally' was on the schedule to tour around this state, ending up in a small reunion with another friend from another art school. Another senior I met on my way from class promised me a simple dinner 'date'. A (possible) future 'big sis-in-law' is coming with a bowl of much-missed noodle from Jakarta - seriously, never thought I'd live to see this day. Heck, even my Parish Pastor suddenly caught on with me on an instant messenger and we had an invigorating small chat.

And I.. am speechless. When you start to list all the good things, there are actually plenty. With all these universal conspiracies, who can stay sad? A trip down to the memory archive. Just a half a year ago, I was forcefully exposed to that 'huh?' moment when there's an unexpected pillow to cushion a devastating fall. The presence of a friend - somebody that was actually there. A friend in need is a friend indeed.

Perhaps it got something with a simple prayer I've been adapting since then. "Fill me with your flowing Love so that I can join them in passing It on, too." Everyday my Faith is renewed, and almost everyday it is tested, too. But new seeds will be planted and new flowers would then bloom. It all goes down to these transient moments between grains of sand in the garden of everything.