Her Name is Amaryllis

Today was one of those days when I wanted to be there.  I wanted to be my richest, my most alive self.  I wanted to stand in my own shoes and say, "Yes!!  I've arrived!!  I am finally here!!!"  I wanted to be known as evolved... not as in the process of.  I wanted this for me and for all the people I see and hear who yearn to claim their own living souls.  I wanted to get the heck out of this blasted cocoon and flitter around the sun and the moon and dance to the song I've been singing since caterpillar days.  My hand was on my hip in the stance of an eight year old with my feet firmly planted on the floor, and I was determined that my way was the one and only way... and I should have everything I want right now!!

Yes, I was hanging out with these thoughts and feelings throughout most of the day.  I was growing a bit weary of waiting.  So much of what I want doesn't seem to be here, in this place, at this time.  So much of what I want and who I want to be seems beyond my reach and beyond my knowing.  I am impatient with being patient.

But then, like a surprise package, I noticed a teacher in the room.  She heard every thought.  She understood every wish, and she beckoned me to come close, and to quietly peer into the face that is hers today. 

And tonight, as I prepare for sleep and dreaming, I carry with me her pure, unfinished completeness.  Surely, I shall sleep and awake... whole.