With Our Hands

As I type this, I am watching out of my periphery, Chris Angel – “Mindfreak:” Magician. Right now he’s about to make someone in the crowd completely disappear with his bare hands. He says it defies reality and logic. I guess I must be a magician. Today is hard, and I miss you. If I were a better magician, I'd make you reappear. There are some days, that to crave a warm tight hug; to be touched by another's hands - is completely overwhelming.

There has been much reflection this week. Days when I have been preparing for a new beginning; days when I have struggled hard to understand why. But right now, the image in my mind is of the two of us in our little boat. Do you remember?

It wasn’t the most ideal time or day to be on the water; it could have been a little bit warmer, and we could have given up the idea completely. Yet it was an experience that I wanted to share - with you.

I remember the moment that we got caught in the middle of the water. The wind was strong, and blowing us in the direction opposite to the current. For a while, it seemed like we were traveling backward, and for a while, our boat did not move at all, or we just went in circles. We had to lean into the water with our bare hands, both of us, and paddle. For a while, it was a little bit of work. For a while, we actually had to try. We laughed, and paddled, touched and played; persisting in the journey…instead of jumping ship. We wanted to go as far as we could.

“…the profoundest changes take place within a very reduced time frame. When we least expect it, life sets us a challenge to test our courage and willingness to change; at such a moment there is no point pretending that nothing has happened, or saying that we are not yet ready. The challenge will not wait. Life does not look back. A week is more than enough time for us to decide...” (Paulo Coelho)


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