This past week I was thinking about entering a poem into a collection begun from an invitation in an international newsletter that I receive weekly. I was reading it quickly, and thought I remembered exactly where the announcement was. A week
later I went back to the newsletter and - for the life of me - could not find that invitation! I went back looking for it three different times and it was only the fourth time that I realized I was convinced it was on the left side of the page when it was
really on the right. All those times, because my mind was already set on an incorrect memory, I didn't even glance to the right of the page. When I finally did, I was shocked.
This realization causes me to ask how often I make a similar move in ordinary
everyday things, (looking for something in the fridge is minor but similar) and even some deeper, more significant assumptions I make - for example - in relational exchanges. This incident has caused me to look more closely at my attachment to being right,
and in the midst of this I came upon the following quote from The Love Song of Queenie Hennessey, the novel I was reading at the time:
Sometimes, Harold, the way forward takes you by surprise.
You try to force something in a familiar direction and discover that what it needs is to move in a different dimension. The way forward is not forward, but off to one side, in a place you have not noticed before."
And flowing from this
quote, I would recommend to novel lovers like myself the reading of this novel by Rachel Joyce. It is the follow up to her first book, The Unlikely Pilgrimage of Harold Fry and is related to Harold's journey
but Queenie is here telling her side of that story. Both are deep and shocking in their ordinariness and to me opened a window into the depth of ordinary human lives.