in honor of the lower-case turning points

For me, there has always been this sense of The Big Break, or some kind of definitive Arrival that I’ve been chasing forever.  What I know today to be true, but I swear I keep wanting to resist it, is that life is a series of beautiful unfoldments. A seed is planted, it flowers, it dies, it goes back to seed. It repeats. We unfold, we bloom, in consciousness, we make mistakes, sometimes grave ones, perhaps we even feel they are unforgivable.  We learn from them if we’re willing and whole-hearted, which begins the process of an old consciousness dying and a rebirth occurring.  And if we’re not whole-hearted and willing, we suffer.  

And even that has its value, as every person, every circumstance, every mistake, every painbody operates as a teacher, and we are shifted by them, whether we’re conscious of it or not, and that’s just the way life works. Often, we can only recognize the shifts in hindsight.  Whatever works. 

It’s a beautiful, wild, messy, dark, light, challenging, effortless, one-step-forward-two-steps-back, clumsy ride.  And I would do well to remember that when I’m feeling most frustrated that the Giant Turning Point never seems to materialize.  Because, in its place are, and have been all along, hundreds of thousands of daily, tiny, precious turning points that, one by one, shape us into who we most authentically are.   On the occasions that I have been blessed to recognize them (as I’m sure I miss lots)—those sparkling gems, those shimmering serendipities—it is in those moments that I smile so wide I can’t contain myself.   

And when I don’t recognize them, because I am being tone-deaf, or distracted, or governed by my pain, I am at least learning, quite messily, to trust that the serendipities are happening anyway, running my engine for me when I’m too broken to.  

Perhaps that’s God.  Higher Power.  Source.  A million names and a million definitions for a force that is, frankly, beyond language and beyond linear thought.  Just stay open.  I have to remind myself this, honor this, and practice this, every single day.  When I do, I am happiest.   When I’m in my struggles, I know why.

Photo by Noah Blaine Clark

8 thoughts on “in honor of the lower-case turning points

  1. Brilliantly open and deep beyond measure – there’s so much wisdom in your writing Angela. I thoroughly enjoyed every unfolding word – beautiful flow.

    Sending blessings and thanks for shining your light so brilliantly! Kelli

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  2. Thank you, Miss Girl. Your post was perfectly timed.

    On Fri, Jul 30, 2021 at 2:27 PM Bindi Girl Chronicles wrote:

    > angelacarolebrown posted: ” For me, there has always been this sense of > The Big Break, or some kind of definitive Arrival that I’ve been chasing > forever. What I know today to be true, but I swear I keep wanting to > resist it, is that life is a series of beautiful unfoldments. A see” >

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  3. Hello dear friend!

    I love this. As there are no accidents, it sat in my inbox for a few days before I opened it this morning…. and today was the day I needed it. So thank you 🙂

    How are thing’s? What have you been up to? We are doing pretty well. Some music here and there locally and I have been building away in the garage. Have some great projects in the pipe and it has become a nice side hustle.

    Still dreaming of a road trip that hurls me your way. XO, Julie

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    • I just love serendipities! We’re ready to receive the thing EXACTLY when we could use it the most. Happens to me all the time. I love that my little thought happened for you that way. I am doing so fine here, and so happy to know you are hustling and side hustling and making life work! I do hope to see you sooner than later, my friend. Miss you much!

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