Notes from the Universe: 3

In both relationships and life, Leslie, trust begets trust.

Generosity begets generosity.

Love begets love.

Be the spark, especially when it's dark.

Hubba, hubba -
The Universe



I got the above note in my inbox this morning. Last night, I read this. It's no accident that these two things came into my life at around the same time. And I don't even believe in fate!

The message is hard to ignore. And I feel a sense of clarity for the first time in months. Things actually make sense! This rarely happens to me, especially lately when I have been on emotional overload.

I feel that everything's going to be okay. I feel that even though things have not turned out the way that I expected them to and that I am not the person I ever expected to be, there is nothing wrong with making some adjustments and moving on.

I don't believe in putting too much stock in making plans, because unexpected things always come up and derail said plans, but I have to confess something.

I have a plan. It's brilliant and beautiful and simple and it might just work.

At this point, there is absolutely nothing more that I could ask for.

Notes from the Universe: 2

Here's the thing, Leslie. Admission into time and space requires a belief in limits: a belief that both time and space are real; that you can therefore have and have-not; that love can be lost or found; and that you are what your physical senses show you and no more.

These illusions immediately lead you to believe that you are incomplete. Yet, far from indicating you are flawed, they reveal your brilliance by filling you with desire, igniting your emotions, fueling your passions, and catapulting you out into the world where journeys are begun, connections are made, and dreams come true... only to be replaced by new dreams as your divine sense of incompleteness persists.

This is by design, Leslie. Feeling incomplete does not make you so. It's how legends are born, giants are made, and history is written. It's why you're here. To ever so briefly escape your true identity as you live with an unquenchable thirst that will lead into adventures of grandeur, discovery, and a realization that love is all there is.

Your trusty accomplice,
The Universe



I needed to read this today.

Notes from the Universe: 1

Leslie, every challenge is a stepping stone to a happier place than you even knew existed.

Oh, the magic,
The Universe

(and)

Leslie, one day soon you will be exceedingly glad for this very path you now tread.



Apparently the Universe understands the support I'm going to need for the next couple of weeks, as the fall quarter winds down and all my projects come due. It is usually during this (crunch) time of the quarter that I begin to really question what I'm doing and why I'm doing it.

Even though I now see myself going in a different direction in my life and career, I do not regret taking on this massive project known as graduate school. My degrees in English may or may not figure into what I ultimately end up doing for a living, but they are reminders of the things that I love: language, stories, poetry, writing, reading, metaphor, allusion.

Before I was anything, I was a writer. I am a writer, to this day.

And now, to finish out this quarter, I must write. Write until my hand hurts, write until I have no words left, write until I'm crying from frustration.

I'm counting on it leading to a peaceful place.