Seventeen

Picture courtesy of Kate Kolb

Nature has some fascinating patterns. My family and friends in Kentucky have been experiencing the emergence of the 17-year cicadas (Thanks for the pic, Kate!). It blows my mind that this life cycle is so different that our typical annual time frame. And what is the deal with 17? It seems so random. Yet, like clockwork, they show up on their unique schedule time and time again.

I don’t understand why this happen, yet I can still appreciate the incredible synchronicity displayed. It makes me step back and reflect on our own lives. What currents of influence are at work within us? Every human being wrestles with determining their place in this world. Are we part of something much bigger than our individual existence? Once again, I don’t understand why things happen the way they do, but I can stop and observe the patterns at work around me. Something resonates deep within me as I see the weaves of life coming together in such an amazing tapestry.

Over the years, I have let go of trying to know all the answers. At this point in my life, I am just trying to align my path with what seems to be an intentionality at work. Over recorded history, language and beliefs have evolved to try and explain these phenomena. Each of us get to choose how we want to express and engage with what we experience. For me, letting go of seeking certainty and, instead, marveling at the wonder and mystery of what unfolds daily provides a sense of peace that is hard to explain. I suppose it really is a matter of faith.