Oasis Moments

The bleakness can be overwhelming. Life can be like trudging through a dessert. Out beyond hope is an endless procession of dull and almost lifeless moments. One keeps moving, because, that is all one knows how to do, because, the life-force keeps beating one’s heart, because, some animal part of one’s organism refuses to stop. Soon one’s internal landscape is as arid as the place one occupies.

The journey through life sometimes means going through these kinds of badlands. They zap and tax one’s soul. Without this kind of darkness, the garden contains nothing resembling light. Through some kind of other-worldly alchemy the darkness and light are linked, and bleak aridity coexists with the profusion of life. It is one of the glorious hardships of life. Poverty insures some forms of wealth. As does wealth insure some forms of poverty. The flow is paradoxical, blowing all means of cover. No one seems to know why we humans are party to this kind of sometimes macabre, always miraculous, dance form.

Anyway, this Slow Lane is not really about this form of the miraculousness of life, Rather, it is about how the rains sometimes come to the dessert unexpectedly. There are, what I call, oasis moments. Times when the waters of life fall from the heavens. Periods where everything glistens — and blessing permeates and refreshes the air. Such moments renew, and lend hope to hopeless endeavors.

The metaphors of miraculous and Divine intervention shine in most of our memories. The parting of the Red Sea, the locusts saving the Mormons, the coming of the just-in-time, the release of Nelson Mandela. These moments bear the stamp of the miraculous, but they are so big, so historical, that they threaten to eclipse the moments of such grace in our regular salt of the earth lives.

I don’t know about you, and your life, but I have danced in the rain of unexpected and surprising help. My pedestrian, unremarkable life has stumbled upon eras of grace, little times when someone has opened their heart, or their mind, and given me the boosting benefit of the doubt. Irrationality happens — in a good way. Unbelievably, the Sun shines with new energy.

I don’t know how this happens, but somehow it does — old lovers find each other, the desperately broken are sheltered, the abandoned are embraced, the hopeless cause discovers another carrying shoulder — and wEEE all carry on, despite the darkness. Oasis moments come right out of the darkness. How does that happen? What does it mean?

It isn’t given to we humans to know. But, we sometimes benefit anyway. I suppose I’m writing this because I have noticed. I can’t explain what has shaken my cynicism. I know I’ve done too little, to deserve such moments, and they sometimes come anyway.

This community is one for me. I have someplace to go with my wonder. It is a gift that goes way beyond whatever I thought I was cultivating. An oasis sprang up to meet my cry. Each of you is a component of someone’s oasis, mine for sure, but likely someone you may not even know. The oasis moment is us. How remarkable, and how perfect!