I am a book that was written in February 1965 as the song To Everything There Is A Season by the Byrds, transmitted through the air from every radio station in America.
Like the seasons, my story has a beginning, a middle and an end. It has a bright white glossy cover with splashes of pink and red and has been placed on coffee tables for conversation. My pages have never been read cover to cover. Although many people have picked my book up and admired the cover, they have mostly just skimmed through the pages for the highlights and humor or jumped right through to the centerfold with no real regard for the content within or to read anything in between. I have opened my book and read aloud to some, but few retained or could comprehend the depth of what the book was about.
While I sit on the coffee table year after year, collecting dust and wishing someone would pick me up, touch me, read me and appreciate the value of the words within, I realize now as my pages begin to yellow, that wanting to look within is not easy or desirable to everyone. It is an intense book with deep meaning. If you read my book, you are forced to also read your own and for most, that is too scary. It is easier to view the book from the surface of the table from an aesthetic stand-point-then to connect with the substance of the heart of the story. This book is quite complex in its simplicity and is only appealing on ALL levels to a select few. And that is ok by me, for if I only resonate with one, I have made a difference at the end of my story and I have served my purpose and served it well.
Everyone is and has a story…and through our earnest connection and desire to read the pages within someone’s soul, we learn. We learn about them and we learn about ourselves. We learn to give and we learn to receive. We learn to cherish what we have and we learn gratitude. We learn that there are differences and similarities and we learn to accept, adapt, compromise and transform from within to become better people. We learn inspiration, motivation and to love someone that was nothing more than a story on someone’s coffee table prior. We learn, that even if it is just for a season, there is a moment of clarity and what it feels like to live in the divine universal structure that each and every one of us is a part of and our lives are enriched forever.
