Theresa Laurenti

Inner Connections for Living Excellence

The Fly on My Window

Sometimes I feel like the fly on my window. I can see where I want to go but can’t seem to get there. I keep circling around in different ways trying to sense some new piece of information that will bring clarity to my dilemma but with no avail. And as I watch the confused fly feel about the transparent field I wonder about my own veils of separation that seem transparent to my naked eye yet separate me from truly indulging in life’s blooming miracles.

In all the wandering and wondering that I do, like the fly, I find my way around to the edge of the window’s frame. That edge which is a seam between illusion and reality. When I reach that point, I soar into the never-ending universe. And in that moment, when I feel the touch of rain and drink the love that pours from the eyes of my child, I know I’m alive. In that very moment, I am in the presence of the Unmanifested that lies within the fabric of everything. I am home!

So maybe it’s not so bad to be as persevering as the fly on my window, searching for a way to get to what it sees. Maybe, it’s my way of finding more and more seams that lead to endless possibilities. 
 

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