Several years before my Quantum Moment, I'd written the line, "There are no mistakes in life," in my poem, You Hope I'm Well?
This poem was triggered by a friend who sent me the line, “I hope you are well,” in an email, as I dealt with some discord in my life. There are no mistakes in life. Everything happens for a reason. Words, words, words, these seem to have been now, as I had no idea then, that I’d yet to put them to a real test. Real, real, test. In fact, it is these words that would put me on the spot, and test my conviction in them. In truth, test the depth of my faith. “Hello, even in my kind of story? No mistake about it? I could have violently banged my head on a hard surface as I canvassed even a simple reason to nod a ‘yes’ to my question. This was not going to be easy to grasp. Forget fully grasp. Who would convince me? How? Wasn’t there a contradiction in terms, right here?
Then at Universe they chose to tell my story in the style of a parable. "A woman once travelled from South Africa to Canada, leaving a big mess of a story behind..."
They wove in miraculously synchronized details in the retelling. How many so happened in my story? The most unlikely connections unfolded within reach of my very eyes. There are no mistakes in life. The proof of this pudding would be in the eating as my story was rolled out. They were convinced at Universe that with several sessions of revisiting my story, I would eventually understand, deeply understand, that indeed, there are no mistakes in life. Well, Universe did not disappoint. As if God ever does?
