We were trying to make dinner plans with two close friends of mine recently. Because of my hectic schedule last week (yes, we don’t always live like this) I suggested postponing the dinner to a future date. From a workshop I was hosting to a mother’s day celebration, a dinner I promised to the 40th birthday party of one of my best friends, a lot of events ended up in this particular week. While I believed none of those plans could possibly be cancelled, I was entirely unaware that I would end up canceling every one of them. I was also unaware that we would spend mother’s day in the hospital as patient and accompaniment.
I later thought about how we deal with all of life’s altering variables. With revolt, opposition, and sadness? Or with acceptance, dealing with each challenge through patient steps?
Perhaps using the time to plan effectively promised to shed light upon the path toward true desires, but in the end, life could always be like a disobedient child. And sometimes, only listening, rather than trying to discipline, bestowed one with a feeling of levity. No matter what the current state of emotion.
While I was thinking about all this, I got the news that Ebru was in a state where all of her future life plans would be cancelled in finality. The designer of Sade’s book cover, who was in her thirties.
I hope that wherever she is now the concepts of planning, postponing, and waiting for the right time don’t exist. No day planners and no to-do lists. Only living. Just like the truth we so often forget on this side.