LIFE'S DETOURS
CAN BE BLESSINGS
IN DISGUISE
Many years ago, I was awakened in the middle of the night by the first verse of a poem — which would be called "DETOURS" — as it was blossoming in my head:
Sometimes we experience slight dimensional snags ...
Like catching your sleeve on an unforeseen splinter
As you move through the passageway.
This was such an unusual combination of words, that it took me by surprise. I scribbled down the phrase quickly so it wouldn't disappear when morning came. Later in the day the remaining verses tumbled out a little at a time, until it had materialized into a whole poem.
To me, the initial verse says that as we're going through the passageway of life, we sometimes get "snagged" into situations that are hurtful or unhealthy ... like "splinters."
It's important that we stay conscious in our journey and grow from our experiences, so that we don't blindly repeat old patterns over and over again.
Therefore, if we will look into the "mirrors"
(insights) from each "lesson," we'll discover that they are, in reality, important GIFTS that turn up in everyone's life.
Here's the poem:
(insights) from each "lesson," we'll discover that they are, in reality, important GIFTS that turn up in everyone's life.
"Detours" (abusive environments, painful relationships, etc.) are the circuitous routes we take when snagged and steered away from what's best for us.
As we awaken, however, we begin to
ask questions of ourselves, like:
ask questions of ourselves, like:
"How did I let this happen?" .....
"Why did I choose to be there or to do that?"
THEN THE MAGIC HAPPENS:
BECAUSE THERE CAN BE NO ANSWERS
UNTIL THERE ARE QUESTIONS.
BECAUSE THERE CAN BE NO ANSWERS
UNTIL THERE ARE QUESTIONS.
When we reflect upon our so-called
"mistakes," we will see that their purpose
was to mirror crucial information back
to us ... thereby deepening our character
and moving us towards our life's potential —
"mistakes," we will see that their purpose
was to mirror crucial information back
to us ... thereby deepening our character
and moving us towards our life's potential —
IF WE PAID ATTENTION, THAT IS.
Here's the poem:
"Detours"
Sometimes we experience slight dimensional snags ...
Like catching your sleeve on an unforeseen splinter
As you move through the passageway.
The journey's the goal, our path is the point ...
But the luxury of lesson, each excursion into mirrors,
Enlightens us along the passageway.
Detours cause us pain, changes filled with turmoil ...
Thereby evoking Questions, as precious stepping stones,
To guide us down the passageway.
Looking back at our detours, we catch the reflection ...
They made us who we are, and awakened our
Reason for Being, in the passageway.
©Chelle Thompson
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