So…okay. I’ve been putting certain words in the search and being totally surprised by what comes up. Kinda like blog-roulette.
This one is nearly three, what? (yes three), years old and came up when I put in the word Delicious, (because I hadn’t had lunch and I was thinking about pie). Right then, the game morphed completely. The universe started reminding me of exactly what I needed to know this very moment…and this one..this one too. Because I currently live in a constant state of ambiguity.
Delicious ambiguity. Can ambiguity even be delicious?
Let’s find out. Shall we?
*I also revised it because, well, it needed it.
“I wanted a perfect ending. Now I’ve learned, the hard way, that some poems don’t rhyme, and some stories don’t have a clear beginning, middle, and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what’s going to happen next. Delicious Ambiguity.”
~Gilda Radner~
I LOVE that (and her, btw), What a contradiction, right? Like scrumptious self-consciousness, or yummy yearning.
In AA they call it letting go and letting God.
It requires faith. The definition being: belief in something unknown and unseen as being real. Whoa. Anybody else feeling dizzy?
AMBIGUITY (noun)
The quality or state of having a veiled or uncertain meaning.
Synonyms ( I just had to include these) : darkness, murkiness, mysteriousness, nebulousness, obliqueness, obliquity, opacity, opaqueness.
Sounds spooky, right?
But then you add the word Delicious and wtf? It softens it right up.
I saw this quote a couple of weeks ago and it’s been rolling around in my head.
What did she mean?
The lack of clarity about a situation does not necessarily mean it cannot be desirable. (I have since learned this to be true. Not easy, but true just the same.)
I think Delicious Ambiguity means to Revel in the Unknown (can that even be done? yes, yes it can!).
That what appears ambiguous often holds many delicious things for life. I suspect it means, keep your eyes open, your MIND open, and things will reveal themselves. (Oh, man, this was just a suspicion on my part back then but I can attest to this three years later.)
I have this little prayer and I’m saying it every morning.
It goes like this:
Dear God,
Put me in the right place even though I don’t know where that is.
And dear God, when you do it, can you make it comfortable for me and help me to see the sense of it? Really, spell it out, I’m kind of dense.
Can you make it easy and delicious and bring me the right situations and synchronicities to put me in this place I don’t know about…yet?
Thanks.
(Wait. And can bowls of chocolate ice cream line the way to keep me sustained on this journey of faith, you know, to remind me of its deliciousness? Too much?)
Okay, fine.
Carry on,
xox