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Late For A Date With Fate June 30, 2015

Posted by nrhatch in Life Balance, Magick & Mystery, Poetry.

We hear rumblings and rumors
A madman gunning for a village

We can save them
By sounding the alarm

We race
Quickening our pace

We can’t be late
For our date with fate


In the dark woods
We stumble upon a babe
Lost and alone

Do we stop and render aid
knowing the entire village will die
If we don’t sound the alarm?

Or do we race
Quickening our pace

Refusing to be late
For our date with fate?


Do we ever know the full impact
of choices we make

Or are we consigned to stumbling
Amid the rumblings

Of a future we can’t quite see . . .

As the petals unfold and open
One by one by one


Aah . . . that’s better!



1. reocochran - June 30, 2015

I feel this has so many layers in between the words. Is it like art? May we interpret as we wish or think, Nancy?
I have been dwelling on the freedoms of two particular groups of people. One had a shooting of 9 in a church in southern U.S.; another took a major step forward in acceptance of being able to love openly. I am saddened at how long each group has struggled and hope the world continues to move forward. Out of the woods and into the open, so love and green, new growth can survive and bring new roots. You may edit this but hope it didn’t go too far from topic. . . 🙂

nrhatch - June 30, 2015

Since we see the world behind our eyes, filtered by the thoughts we think, I expect this post will evoke different reactions in different people ~ so you’ll be in good company, Robin.

Thanks for sharing!

2. L. Marie - June 30, 2015

A very chilling poem. I also thought of the Charleston shooting. But I thought of people who make a choice, unaware of the impact that choice with make on others in the future–good or bad. Do we save one and thereby doom others? Reminds me of an episode of Doctor Who where the Doctor had to make an awful choice: blow up the spaceship of aliens bent on destroying the entire world (and thereby kill 20,000 people in the process since the aliens’ spaceship will cause a volcano to erupt) or not blow up the ship and let the aliens conquer them and eventually destroy the earth.

nrhatch - June 30, 2015

The Charleston shooting factored into this post ~ I wondered whether anyone knew ahead of time and could have warned the congregation. From there it evolved to something similar to the Doctor Who scenario you’ve described . . . before meandering on to some of the other tough choices we face in life from our very limited (and often skewed) vantage point.

Unless we have a crystal ball, we rarely see the “big picture” as we evaluate our options.

3. granny1947 - June 30, 2015

Well, now it depends.
Is this Babe one of Zuma’s offspring?
If so, the village is safe.
Sorry, don’t feel serious today!!!

nrhatch - June 30, 2015

Haha! I don’t mind that you don’t feel serious today or any other day. What would life be if our sense of humor was MIA? BLEAK!

4. colonialist - June 30, 2015

Oh, wow! Choices …
Of course, the storyteller in me quickly finds a solution by having the village saviour snatch babe and render aid en route – but what if the baby was in a raging river, and rescue would carry him downstream so far it would take too long to get back?
Otherwise, perhaps one philosophy is that one life definitely saved is worth many possibly, or potentially, saved. If both options are equal, however, then it would be the numbers game.

nrhatch - June 30, 2015

I pictured an Either/Or scenario (not a Super Hero saving both baby and village) but that’s the fun of hypothetical musings and letting our thoughts flow and blow where they will:

* What if we stop to save the baby, sacrificing the village, and the babe grows up to be a terrorist who blows up entire cities?

* What if we leave the baby behind (hoping someone else will reach him in time) only to arrive, breathless, at the village to find it deserted for the town’s annual pilgrimage to Wally World?

* What if I abandon the baby only to run into a man-eating tiger before reaching the village . . . a tiger I would have avoided if I’d stopped to help the baby?

And on . . .
And on . . .

As the petals unfold and open
One by one by one

colonialist - June 30, 2015

Funnily enough, I had thought also of your scenario one, but decided I had gone far enough. I hadn’t thought of the other two!
As our now paralysed friend shows, wrong place at the wrong time – and so many narrow misses show the opposite.

nrhatch - June 30, 2015

Yes. Your friend’s situation reveals the speed of change whether we’re in the “wrong place” at the “wrong time” or the “right place” at the “right time.”

Until more petals unfold, we don’t know whether “misfortune” is misfortune or good fortune since anything can be a gift of gold in disguise:

Life is about moving forward into the unfolding of the great “maybe.”

5. Don - June 30, 2015

I suppose as the petals of the future unfold we are always presented with choices. They can be complex and harsh, but we soon let go of our innocence and like a babe it wonders lost and alone in a dark forest. We can never go back to it. So my choice is the village – that’s the maturing call.

nrhatch - June 30, 2015

For me it might depend on whether I had any prior ties to the baby or the village:

* my infant niece vs. strangers in the village ~> niece wins

* a stranger’s baby vs. a village populated with much loved aunts, uncles, and cousins ~> village wins

Our D.N.A. can tug on our heart strings.

Don - June 30, 2015

I was looking at it in purely a metaphorical sense. In a literal sense I don’t know what I would do.

nrhatch - June 30, 2015

For me, this post is more about contemplating unseen ripples from our decisions (each time we have to choose A or B) than it is the “concrete” choice of baby vs. village.

Whether it’s where to live, who to marry, what career to pursue, or where to go on vacation, our decisions can impact people, places, and things all around the globe in ways we cannot begin to imagine.

Since there is no way to factor in all the permutations and variables, we are left to take stab after stab in the dark . . . as the path unfolds before us.

6. Ally Bean - June 30, 2015

You didn’t happen to major in Philosophy in college did you? 😉 You raise fascinating questions which only make me more convinced that context is everything. Very existential.

nrhatch - June 30, 2015

You got me, Ally! I majored in Philosophy (and Economics ~ with great debates about how to balance society’s limited resources) in college and took lots of philosophy of law courses.

I still enjoy the occasional tussle with hypotheticals ~> where no one has to die, no matter which door we choose.

7. NancyTex - June 30, 2015

I’d hate to ever have to make that decision.

nrhatch - June 30, 2015

Most of will never have to wrestle with this issue.

8. diannegray - June 30, 2015

The butterfly at a great distance may have influenced this scenario, Nancy. I guess our destiny and the destiny of those around us rests on our opportunities and our choices. I’d probably save the babe (because it’s tangible) and then beat myself up afterwards for not saving the village 😉

nrhatch - June 30, 2015

Yes! The butterfly effect can shift things as we move through our days, impacting others in subtle or significant ways. And we are most often blissfully unaware of our role in the causal chain.

9. Debra - July 1, 2015

I think it’s very rare that we see the full impact of choices. It seems to me that even with seemingly very good choices we often bring on unintended consequences that are detrimental to someone or some situation. Hopefully we do the best we can and just realize there are limits to what we can know.

nrhatch - July 1, 2015

Agreed. Life is about being willing to live in the now . . . as the future unfolds before us.

10. Pix Under the Oaks - July 1, 2015

It’s pretty hard for me to get my brain firing right now, but I would probably choose the village… this morning. Who knows how I would feel or what I would do in an hour or tomorrow. I get easily overwhelmed with choices now that I am older. 30 years ago… boom, I just made a choice and went with it. I am amazed by the choices that CH and I have to make each day. Sorry I am late on this post but we had to go to St. Lou early yesterday.
Good Morning!

nrhatch - July 1, 2015

Morning, Pix! We are bombarded with choices every single day ~ much more so than when we were younger. More channels on the telly. More cereals in the grocery store. More stores. More restaurants. More sources of information. More apps.

More, More, More.

And the full impact of the choices we make are hidden from view which makes making good decisions harder . . . especially if we are constantly looking over our shoulders to see what “they” think.

11. Tiny - July 1, 2015

To me this is a mystical poem of choices in life…sometimes being between the rock and the hard place…sometimes not seeing clearly…until things unfold and the petals open one by one. Loved the images too!

nrhatch - July 1, 2015

You and I are on the same wave length, Tiny. Sometimes we are much further “down the path” before we see the “positives in the negatives” and the “negatives in the positives.”

I shot you an e-mail about a photo contest ~ just Florida photos.

Tiny - July 1, 2015

Thanks, bad girl has not checked emails today…will do 🙂

nrhatch - July 1, 2015

No worries, Tiny. The contest is open until 12/31, I believe.

12. brickhousechick - July 7, 2015

This made me think of the Charleston Shooting as well as the escaped prisoners in the woods of New York. Scary, crazy and senseless. All of it. We are all so vulnerable to it all because we don’t know the choices others will make. How can we stop them? How can we warn our loved ones? Great post, Nancy.

nrhatch - July 7, 2015

Yes. Much of life remains outside our control and our line of sight ~ we do what we can with what we have where we are and listen for the whisper of intuition to point us in the right direction.

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