My Story Part 1

I am a child of the universe. a twenty-first-century woman bred in the refinements of modern civilization. The universe story is my story. I am fifteen billion years old, so it is said the youngest of earth's awesome miracles. Stupendous magnificence! Unsurpassed elegance and beauty! Who am I and what am I? So old and yet so young and vibrant! Like a flower I am unfolding in the cosmic tree of life having my roots in the first flaring forth that enkindled the cosmic dance. Power swirling billions of stars and galaxies millions of life forms on planet Earth since the beginning of time and space. Like my ancestors I am caught up in never-ending rhythm. I go in and out of life's web in endless drumbeats ever-present memories of the sound and fury of evolving. Who am I and what am I? So unique and yet not so! Different am I a million ways from everything else in my world. There is no other like me! There is a center I experience a mysterious unseen power within me gathering and shaping me in one display of who I am and who I can become. Every touch every contact opens the door to surprises. Experiencing others in their uniqueness I enter a wealth of rarity pulsating one and the same life as my own. This I know But I know not how and why my whole being vibrates within me igniting like a blazing flame. Desire and zest for life grip me. Vision and sound of beauty lure me. Flowers and trees, land and mountains seas and rivers, skies and wind birds of the air and fish in the sea cattle in the plains, ants, and spiders --- all strike chords of kindship within me. This I know but know not how and why my whole being fascinates me. I long to fascinate others and be fascinating to others, too. My whole being yearns for intimacy; I desire to belong and be requited. An irresistible force draws me to union and communion to desiring community. Who am I and what am I? So much in the heights and depths of ecstasy in union and communion creating and birthing rising to nobility mounting courage and commitment. Yet so vulnerable dying a thousand deaths before being laid to rest in the bosom of the earth. No words can capture my joy at the birth a child, a poem, music, a song at the wonders of human technologies at the sublimity of heroic acts to unchain and sustain life. (to be continued)