Written Sometime in September 2018
The waves lap gently on the protected shores in front of the beachside restaurant at the elite hotel where I am staying on the island of Crete. We don’t normally travel elite, but this is where the travel agent booked us. I am not complaining. The entire hotel is magnificent as it sits on a hill above the Mediterranean (or is it Aegean) with the beach a mere two hundred yard walk from my room.
The point is, apart for the lobster at lunch, I remain the same lowly contemplative and curious self. I am reading Parker Palmer’s ever so thoughtful insights about aging in his latest book, On the Brink of Everything. Palmer is always worthy of a read.
For some reason the thought comes to my head that a life of meaning begins with acceptance of your lot in life. I believe in a God that has some say into everything that goes on. I do not understand how, but I accept it.
I also do not understand poverty and the disenfranchised in the program of God, but I do understand the value of suffering. Overcoming suffering may be of the greatest of all human endeavors—it makes us stronger and it endows us to be truly human.
I don’t get this aspect of Divinity, but there is a whole lot I don’t get. Yet it is not for me to know. I also believe in the value of not knowing which leads me to grandiose quests of learning and experimenting—like a visit to Crete and watching the waves gently lapping upon the seaside beach.