And he saw magnificent perfection
Upon this he saw
And with his eye of compassion
Then he was answered
Sunday morning while lazily enjoying the comfort of my bed, the window open to a fresh spring morning, the words of a song from my youth floated out from the radio by the side of the bed. As I listened to the words while a soft melody played behind, I was brought to that moment where I began to understand what my journey - our journey - is all about.
I began life in the 1950's. My coming of age carried me through the late 60's and early 70's. To say I lived history is so amazing and such an honor.
To be a child in the 50's was to feel safe. To grow up in a neighborhood where childhood fantasies were lived daily in the neighbor's tree house or the jungle gym in the playground three blocks away. Families knowing families. There was nothing you did that your parents did not find out about from someone's Mother or Father.
And then the 60's brought so many changes. I came of age during the latter part of this decade into the early 70's. The quiet neighborhood play turned to high school, then college. Women's rights. Vietnam. Human Rights. A world full of possibilities awaited.
Balance, to be in balance and one with the world. This was my journey in life.
Through the years that followed the balance grew difficult. Work became consuming. My marriage was less than the dream I held of it. The neighborhood fantasies were replaced with a reality that was less colorful. So many times I fell, wanting to stay in balance, yet.
As I lay in bed, feeling the threads of my youth I felt the way of balance as never before. It is so simple.
Maybe it is the years of living, and learning there are many ways to travel and all with the same compass.
And it elates and saddens me for it is so easy.
So in the cozy comfort of my Sunday morning bed I was brought to when I first knew balance and smiled.
The poem is by Graeme Edge and Ray Thomas of the Moody Blues album, "A Question of Balance."