When I was 14 years old, I read The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe by C.S. Lewis.
When I was 21 years old, I stood in front of an old wooden door in Oxford, England, and took a photo of the Lamp Post. The one that had inspired the book I had read seven years previous.
When I was 22 years old, I started graduate school. Each day, walking from my car to class, I passed a particular lamp post.
And now, every day during my lunch hour, seven years later, I pass that same lamp post again with Soph and the Architect.
The Architect said to me recently: Humans look for patterns. I had just finished telling him about how my life seems to be measured in terms of what Fall Out Boy album had come out that year (they only put out albums when big things are happening in my life, and vice versa) — I know, silly. And he didn’t tell me I was an idiot. He just nodded.
“Patterns are how our brains perceive the world,” he said. “So that’s what we have. And it’s important.”
And so, this lamp post. There’s something important in the way it colors the background of several stages of my life. Much like the Lamp Post leading the Pevensies from the land of Spare Oom into Narnia, this post has led me onward, in the direction of better things and new experiences.
Most stories are happy if you wait long enough.–Welcome to Night Vale, episode 152
Even if it is just a pattern that my brain is plucking willy-nilly from the ether, the universe seems to be talking to me lately. I’m learning how to listen.
I am a Daughter of Eve. I look forward. I follow the Lamp Post into my future, as it leads into the rest of my life.