Gray Space

Bryce Canyon National Park, Utah

Entry from February 27, 2019:

I was long convinced that all matters could only be summed up into one of two categorical colors: black or white.  A theory that allowed for minimal questioning and overthinking.

Recent introspection and reflection have helped me to acknowledge the overwhelming amount of gray between the two ends--a space beckoning to be considered, understood, explored.

Last night, in the midst of pondering the nuances of the temporal and fleeting, I was met with an epiphanous evening song--one that was altogether familiar and distant.  It was a song I had hummed along to for years, a song as elusive and mysterious as the nightingale.  As I attuned my ears and opened my eyes, I could finally hear the words come through and see every note within its measure.  I fell asleep to the glorious sounds and flapping pages of an unfolding composition.

I have been peeling back layers in an attempt to see past what I always thought could only be one of two parts.  I am taking time to plant and sow new life, to listen to the natural vibrations of the earth.  The path the wind carves.  The silence that follows a storm.  The colors that paint the land at dusk.

I know with the utmost certainty that there are experiences and life lessons waiting for me beyond the perimeter of San Francisco, the topography of California, the coastline of the Pacific, and the borders of North America.  Somewhere far removed from the humdrum of this current existence, there is something greater, something more.

Here's to finding it.

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