Have you ever felt off the map or that you just couldn’t find your place or that there is no map that you literally somehow, someway have gone beyond it? A lot of times we feel like that especially in our current state of, well, unrest and so much division anywhere and everywhere, you look and sometimes it doesn’t even feel like there has been a map or that there is one that gets us to where a place of security, a place of safety a place of Hope; a place where we don’t feel so isolated or alone, yeah, sometimes it feels like there is no map that leads to any kind of any direction. No up. No down. No all around. And so we find ourselves, well, not alone, because maybe the best way to find direction is defined with each other,
looking in different ways for the same thing. . . ?
Psssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssst:
FINDING YOUR WAY
DOESN’T ALWAYS MEAN
STAYING IN THE LINES
OR EVEN
USING A MAP
AT ALL. . .
The NEXTING
The road was before him. . .
After taking such a long time to look at it and get advice on what steps to take, what was ahead and how it was to be best traveled; after getting detailed maps and marking off the best, most direct routes, firing up the most sophisticated of GPS Systems, he finally started off with one
s i n g l e s t e p
M O M E N T O U S
One Solitary Step
was all it really took for the journey. . .and it was quite an excursion!
He walked and ran and then walked and ran some more.
One step sometimes was more similar than the one before,
but he walked on;
Sometimes, he ran faster;
Sometimes, he crawled slower;
Sometimes, he just stood still, not moving even an inch for days. . .
P A R A L Y Z E D
The road never much accommodated him. It never took one step for him or moved him forward. At times it would present him challenges. Because of it’s flaws he would slip, fall, get scrapped and cut, bloodied and bruised. Exhausted most of the time from his seemingly never ending wanderings, the road would never assist him, but it did just what a road was suppose to do:
P R O V I D E
P A S S A G E
U N T I L . . .
He came to that ominous FORK in the Road. . .
It wasn’t the first one he had ever seen or even had been confronted, but this was a monumental fork;
at least he made it be so. . .
Maybe it was out of frustration. Maybe it was inspiration or just plain desperation or exasperation, but he didn’t choose left or right this time. He went straight
ahead. . .tore up his maps, unheeded his expensive advice, became deaf to the pleading-ever-rerouting-of the GPS; discarded his vast experience and he trudged on. . .
His every step was a new road planted and his heart palpitated with excitement, adventure and purpose until he came to the
A P P A R E N T E N D
Before him was a huge cater. It was wider than he could see across, deeper than he could his eyes could focus and longer than the horizon could swallow. . .
It was then, unfortunately, he discovered that with each step he had taken, not only had he advanced at least one more step, but he had also erased forever the step before.
R E T U R N
and
G O I N G B A C K
were not even concepts, let alone, possibilities.
He waited. . .
w a i t e d. . .
at the end of his next step with all of its
e n l i g h t e n e d d a r k e n e d p r o m i s e. . .
It wasn’t in a step taken or dared,
but he had the sense as he damned his foolish actions
of not staying on the path,
right at
T H A T
precise moment,
A L L R O A D S
led to the place that he was standing;
that in fact,
it would have never had mattered
which road he would have ever taken
whenever because they would have all led him
to this exact same place. . .
ALL OF THEM !
He had discovered at that flash,
t h e
M y s t e r y o f L i f e :
There’s no turning
or going back
because everything leads to where he was standing!
and an even grander enigma:
Coming to the End of the Horizon is never a Conclusion so much as a Commencement!
Head head high,
air rushing through his nostrils,
blood pulsating through his veins liked a busted dam,
h e d i d i t. . .
The wait was over. . .
He stepped out
One Step
O N E
It took him to
t h a t
place of endless beginnings;
There were no
goings-back
nor desire to do so. . .
The Step Taken,
The Chance Seized,
The Day-That-Would-Never-End,
B E G U N
F O R E V E R
Pssssssssssssssssssssssssst of the Day:
No need for a New Year
when Every Step Brings You Endless
New Beginnings,
Always!
W A L K O N
w a l k o n
w a l k
on
MAPPING OUT A LIFE IN WORDS
READING A MAP
Maybe it’s a long forgotten art now that we have GPS systems and WAZE and GOOGLE MAPS but at times we don’t know our up from a down or a left from a right because. . .we’ve lost our direction. . .
WHAT DOES IT ALL MEAN
. . .this sense of DIRECTLESSNESS
so when I recently read a post from Neale Donald Walsch, his words rang my chimes in a way that I needed D I R E C T E D
“you cannot help another who will not
help him- or herself.
In the end, all souls must walk their path — and the
reason they are walking a particular path may not be
clear to us…or even to them at the level of ordinary
human consciousness.
Do what you can to help others, of course. Show
love and caring whenever and wherever you can.
But do not get caught up in someone else’s “story”
to the point where you start writing it.
Know what I mean?”
and as usual
Master RUMI
doesn’t disappoint:
PRAYER FOR CHANGE
I prayed for change,
so I changed my mind.
I prayed for guidance
and learned to trust myself.
I prayed for happiness
and realized I am not my ego.
I prayed for peace
and learned to accept others unconditionally.
I prayed for abundance
and realized my doubt kept it out.
I prayed for wealth
and realized it is my health.
I prayed for a miracle
and realized I am the miracle.
I prayed for a soul mate
and realized I am the One.
I prayed for love
and realized it is always knocking,
but I have to allow it in.
~ Rumi♡
Psssssssssssssssssssssssst:
The Pen in your hand
is for writing your story
and not Another’s
but at best
there’s a glorious collaboration
that forever sees our stories
telling each other’s
We travel on
in each other’s words
as they tell the stories
we are ever writing. . .