(As I started writing this, Alexa *smartly* started playing ‘the space between’ by DMB)
Do you remember learning in elementary school how forest fires work? In a natural and unspoiled world, the fire ignites organically, and the flames engulf all of the old trees and brush in order to make space for all of the new baby trees and sprouts.
In my mind, this has been a metaphor I’ve revisited so many times in my life to compare and explain what’s happening when something in my life crashes down and bursts into flames. Like when my dad passed when I was 11, and then when I endured my first divorce at 26, and on and on and on. Because that’s what life does, right? Shit happens and then we die? I mean, that’s at least what some of my more colorful friends shirts and bumper stickers said when I was younger.
To be fair, it’s not that far off. But that broad blanketed statement (like many) is a little too dumbed down to be much more than off-the-cuff humor. It’s the stuff that happens between shit and death that keeps us hanging on and makes this craziness more than worth it.
It’s the happy birthday celebrations after an especially challenging year. It’s the Christmas morning when you’re awakened by the smell of cinnamon rolls wafting through the air. It’s the first kiss that feels like the last first kiss you’ll ever want. It’s the long road trip to the beach when you’re exhausted and have to pee and don’t have as much as another ounce of patience to make it one more mile. So you park and drag your tired stiff self down to the sand and take it all in for the first time; that hot smooch of sticky wind, the white creamy welcoming sand, the salty taste of endless ocean, and your toes mercifully digging in to relaxation….at long last. It’s the moment when you reach the end of your hike, when your legs are throbbing and your pulse thumps beyond your chest, but that view!! That view could cure even the deepest sorrow.
That’s how this all works. Life. It’s ugly, and messy, and sad, and joyful, and incredible all at once sometimes. But it’s life, and it’s a blessing to experience ALL of it, not just the beautiful moments, but the ugly ones too. Those are the forest fires. Those are the moments that feel like an ending and are endings, but they also happen to clear the way and make the space for more beautiful moments than you could ever imagine. And those moments will happen at EXACTLY the right moment. Not on your time. Not on your kid’s time, your mom’s time, your dog’s time. In God’s time. The right time. All because space was made and the forest was cleared again so that we finally see those trees.