I can't get the thought out of my mind: the past is simply backstory to our present and to our future. Good ole' William (as in Shakespeare) said it first and best in the Tempest, Act 2, Scene I: "what's past is prologue, what to come in yours and my discharge."
Simple translation: life comes full circle; we write our future by what we've done in the past -- it becomes the prologue to today and tomorrow. And, yet, today and tomorrow remain in our hands, in our discharge and our free will. We get to choose how that past will impact each hour of each day. Some people might argue that the past is past and does not have to define us. True enough. But it does help determine the choices we make, the steps we take going forward. We don't have to repeat mistakes or continue on the same road, but, every day, what occurred yesterday is, I believe, the prologue to what will occur today, to the choices we make, the paths we choose to take.
While I wasn't consciously aware of that quote when I wrote Field of Destiny, that very concept is at the core of the novel. Every choice comes with a consequence. And every consequence leads us closer to, or farther away from, our chosen destiny.
Talking about choices: if you haven't noticed, I've changed the name of my Blog to Points of View, more closely reflecting what I want to explore, what I hope you will help me explore - ps
A few years ago, on Thanksgiving Day, I was missing my mother (who'd died a few years before then) and the phone rang, a stranger at the other end saying, "This is your mother. Do you need any help?" Not a simple, "hi" or "how are you?" but, "this is your mother." She was calling her daughter and dialed wrong. Or did she. Was it my mother, coming through this kind stranger. Flash forward: what are the chances that my father, who's been gone for 16 years, would call just a few days later?!?!? One in a million, maybe. But it happened.
I rarely keep my cell phone on. I don't text and I only use my pay-as-you-go phone for when I'm on the road. It was still on from the night before, when I'd done a book signing, tucked inside my purse, when it rang. I flipped it open without putting on my glasses to see who it was. The man on the other end said, "You sound better today." My immediate response was, "Who is this?" to which the man replied, "This is your father. You sound better."
How could that be? Yet, there it was. Two strangers, days apart, identifying themselves as my parents. Makes you wonder. Makes you believe. Right after my father died, I wrote a short essay, published in the Op-Ed section of The Hartford Courant, the premier daily newspaper in Connecticut. I talked about my father's passing, about the fact that I just wanted to know where he was, how he was doing. Was he strolling along a place called Karmic Boulevard? I asked for a phone call in that piece, wanting him to call and let me know he was okay.
I guess he finally did. Thanks, Dad. - ps
I just finished reading Sara's Key by Tatiana de Rosnay, a novel set during the Holocaust, a book that feels as real as the true story of Anne Frank. It depicts honestly a dark time in French history, showing us 1942 Paris in which thousands of Jewish families were rounded up, arrested, held at the Vélodrome d'Hiver outside the city, and then transported to Auschwitz. You know the rest.
I'm sure I'm not the only one who had no idea of what occurred in Paris, so swept under the rug was this time of unspeakable acts. The author does a remarkable job of pulling us into the events of the time by giving us Sara, a young girl with a secret and a key, a young girl burdened by guilt and yet compelled by hope and responsibility to go on despite everything. And while I had some problems with the structure of this novel and the storytelling techniques, I find myself haunted by the experience of having read it.
What I want to know . . .what I need to know . . .how could it have happened? Is there unseen destiny at play? Do we have free will? Can we use the metaphor of Sara's key to unlock our own history, to open doors often locked by prejudice and misunderstanding and find ways to forgive and to embrace one another. I don't have the answer. But I do have hope. — ps
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