A Pappas Parachute

"When we seek for connection, we restore the world to wholeness.
Our seemingly separate lives become meaningful as we discover how truly necessary we are to each other." Margaret Wheatley

We broke up for personal reasons. This is not that story. This story is about how we got back together again, the ultimate happy ending.

Once upon a time a spirit in the form of a little red-haired girl visited a young woman of the childbearing age whose biological clock was neither ticking or ringing, it was stuck on a permanent wake up call. Biology, evolution, epi-genetics, fantasy, woo woo, and culture all combined to deliver a powerful kick in the ass, and the young woman finally woke up to the potential of becoming a mother.

A mother. Well, she’d need to meet the father, didn’t she. So, she said, yes, what the fuck, yes, yes, yes, oh, yes! And a whole wonderful series of events unfolded that continue to this day.

Read on, gentle reader, and suspend your disbelief. Enjoy. For this is no ordinary tale. It is a story of magic and mystery, of beauty and benevolence. It anchors my faith, in what exactly, I cannot say, for it has no name that I have encountered. It needs no name. It will inspire you.

While we may feel fear and experience doubts and darkness and all manner of demons, the light, think of it—light!—dispels the night. Even in the deepest days of winter, the light returns. And the tiniest pinprick of light can be seen blinking at us from the endlessly vast reaches of the beginning of time and universal darkness, which, we understand, is actually composed of warm pockets of friendly hydrogen waiting, in utero, for the right conditions to create stars.

What, dear reader, catalyzes the event? Science is beginning to plumb the depths of this question. Somewhere along the line, the actual ingredients combine with the results of experiences, and voila, the rest, as they say, is history.

So I am, as Alfred Lord Tenyson wrote, “a part of all that I have met; and all experience is an arch wherethrough Gleams that untravelled world, whose margin fades For ever and for ever when I move.”

In other words, I had no idea, when I climbed up to Diana Lake with my friend and her two children, and we invoked angels, innocently, mind you, through talking of them and childishly believing in them, of the intricately knotted rope that I would become tied into.

I cannot say more, yet, for I want you to read on, and enjoy, as I did, the journey, undertaken, as all the best adventures, in a craft as sturdy and yet as delicate as the dandelion’s achenes which move from place to place on a parachute of fluff called a pappus. Fly with me, won’t you? I’m sure you will enjoy the ride.

At the moment one definitely commits oneself, then Providence moves too.
All sorts of things occur to help one that would otherwise never have occurred.
A whole stream of events issues from the decision, raising in one's favor all manner of unforeseen incidents and meetings and material assistance,
which no one could have dreamt would have come one's way…
'Whatever you can do,
or dream you can - begin it!
Boldness has genius, power
and magic in it.'--W.H. Murray, Scottish Himalayan Expedition, 1951