Meeting the Metaphor of Your Life

As we get older, it’s like our life crystallizes before us.

It all becomes so clear: the patterns, the template, the guiding thread of our life.

Life is lovingly relentless, magically metaphorical.

Presenting us with the story again and again, in different disguises.

Same feeling, different faces.

Same symbols, different languages — until we hear its communication, and speak back.

I just turned 33, and strangely, memories of being 12, 13, 14 arise more clearly than ever.

The secret longings, wishes, and prayers that were omens.

The deep intuitions that were paving the way, not to something I was meant to “do,” but something I was meant to become.

As we meet the essence of our life — what it was always showing us, where it was always taking us — the metaphor begins to shift.

Time isn’t linear. It’s a companion to our story.

A treasured ally that helps us organize our understanding of our lives, and who we really are.

Spirals of patterns intricately stagger and entwine, drawing the unique geometry of the mandala of our life.

Future memories guide us.

Old stories find completion and turn into spirit animals, wisened ancestors.

Time becomes a living current that brings us deeper into alignment.

It’s never too late.

Doorways open in cycles, and at the right time, a single act of love and magic can shift the whole weaving.

It’s this harmony with our soul mandala and the greater tides of time that make up what we call “destiny.”

This morning, as the sun rises, I turn toward Time and it smiles back at me.

We have many adventures to come, and the new dawn has just begun.