The minute I heard my first love story I started looking for you, not knowing how blind that was. Lovers don’t finally meet somewhere. They’re in each other all along. ~ Rumi
I can’t help but smile inwardly every time I consider how perfect the universe is. In my world, anyway. I think back over years of experiences — some horrifically painful, some seemingly meaningless, some amazingly wonderful, and some that I can’t recall at all — and see the inexorable progression that has marched me right up to this moment. This moment, as I am writing and you are reading. The whole thing makes me laugh. Why did I make the choices that I did? To lead me to Now. Why did I have the reactions in each moment that I had? To lead me to Now. Why did I love, cry, dream, write, and breathe the way I did? To lead me to Now.
And Now is pretty damn good. I can’t wait for the movie.