Meant to Be

I’m not on Twitter much, but one of the things that keeps me going back is synchronicity. Some days it’s like the universe curated a reading list just for me, even though I know it’s because at some point I followed friends with common interests. (I found today’s inspirational people on Twitter a while back, courtesy of Joanna, a wordsmith and photographer many of you already know.)

Today’s message?

“Right this moment, you’re exactly where you’re meant to be.”

Earlier today, after I finished writing a piece about parallel homes and homesickness, which may or may not make it out of my drafts box, I logged on to Twitter and found this post by Catherine Drea.

A few clicks later, and I was reading a beautiful poem called ‘The Gift’, highlighted by Anthony Wilson.

After retweeting Anthony’s post and deciding I’m an idiot for not making enough room in my life for poetry these days, I found this poem. The link will take you to an astonishing young poet, Sarah Kay, reading one of her poems aloud, in the treasure trove that is Brain Pickings.

‘The Paradox’  by Sarah Kay

When I am inside writing,
all I can think about is how I should be outside living.

When I am outside living,
all I can do is notice all there is to write about.

When I read about love, I think I should be out loving.
When I love, I think I need to read more.

I am stumbling in pursuit of grace,
I hunt patience with a vengeance.

On the mornings when my brother’s tired muscles
held to the pillow, my father used to tell him,

For every moment you aren’t playing basketball,
someone else is on the court practicing.

I spend most of my time wondering
if I should be somewhere else.

So I have learned to shape the words thank you
with my first breath each morning, my last breath every night.

When the last breath comes, at least I will know I was thankful
for all the places I was so sure I was not supposed to be.

All those places I made it to,
all the loves I held, all the words I wrote.

And even if it is just for one moment,
I will be exactly where I am supposed to be.


  1. “You are right now what you are attempting to be. You are right now where you are attempting to go.” – Conversations with God, book 3, page 103

    1. Good to see you back, Marc, and with a quote that will stay with me all day! Today, seeing comments in the boxes again and hearing that the piece I mentioned in my post will be published, I feel like I’m exactly where I’m meant to be.

  2. Hi Janice – to answer your post … synchronicity is a funny old things isn’t it – it seems to happen – how and why … sometimes I wait and then something happens that explains the waiting.

    One day soon I must work out Twitter .. so may email you re that. But Brain Pickings has some incredible pieces of work .. she’s amazing Maria in putting Brain Pickings out there for us.

    Sarah Kay’s poem is wonderful … a lovely read – thanks for sharing your thoughts and giving us new ideas to consider … all the best and cheers Hilary
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    1. Hi Hilary, Don’t ever feel bad about not being in touch with me… this is the woman who curls up like a hedgehog and hibernates suddenly, and without warning, for months at a time! Your busy life and your life-loving posts, full of fun and facts and travel, are more of an inspiration to me than you’ll ever know; they’re like a wee window on life and history, geography and biography that you human-google for us all. I still don’t know how you manage to do it all!

      I’m glad you liked the poem, but it has only a fraction of the power of hearing her perform live. Please give her a listen!

  3. That makes me happy, Barbra – thank you! I found this young performance poet so astonishing that I just wanted to share her with anyone who hadn’t come across her work already. Catherine Drea’s photos and piece and Anthony’s post with the beautiful poem opened me up, but Maria’s unceasing generosity at Brain Pickings and Sarah’s recorded version of The Paradox and her TED talk and the poem ‘B’ simply blew me away!

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