One might say strictly by accident
but is it really? is any of it not instead
merely the result of choices made
directions taken
knowledges acquired
preferences formed
or even still as some (not I)
like to say meant to be as if
each small thing the stubbing of a toe
the finding of a familiar face at the
Salvation Army Thrift Store
the turning left rather than right
are all somehow ordained, fated
therefore feted as some kind of
Perfect Order putting each of us
squarely where we belong at any given moment?
There are no accidents some (not I) will say
so certain so serious so firm but I believe
I will leave room for chaos chance choice
even courtesies of the divine in my makeshift
cosmology of the bittersweet ways of this world.
Kay – very poignant the June 21 entry. Perhaps that took place the times our paths have crossed – at any rate good to see your cards at Renaissance Books this past week.
Pleased I don’t have to wait until another Walnut Street Art Festival to find them.
Also from my copy of Merrythoughts, the metaphors of doors piece which closed
with a reference to Parker Palmer – another one of my favorite people.
Jigs and fun, Judith
Thanks so much for all of it, Judith!