Something has been calling my name, beckoning me to go deeper and wander further and there I found a door. This door is guarded by the darkest of spirits, darting and swirling around me, scaring me half to death. On the other side of this door I've come to realize is where my true life lies, but there is no other path to get there but where I am today. Isn't the fear I feel small in comparison to the riches I will be granted once I pass through? But still I am halted in my steps. This stage is temporay, I found out, and the fear is all the injuries I've sustained over the years trying in their own way to protect me. They haven't gotten the news yet that I am stronger than I look and I've already faced the Devil and come out the other side intact and better prepared. And this is the reason why I need to keep moving along this journey. The different parts of myself have not found their common language. Somewhere down the road, the means of communication will be found.
2011 has begun with ease. The obstacles and trials have not been removed from my life, but a change in perspective has taken shape. Where there was clay, now water. This year has a flow to it. A path of least resistance no matter the terrain. Through the good and bad it progresses, carving a path with no preplotted course or specific destination. The only thing constant about this leg of the journey, is moving forward, meeting and dealing with whatever comes. Who knows how long it will take, so it is imperative to pack light-take only what is important (faith and tools)and what will nourish (your special food) and leave the rest behind. To do this work, I sometimes think I need to go away...so I can give it my full attention. But wisdom tells me that this is not the way. I have to live in both places and meet the requirements of both in order to fully experience the whole. The pressure from both sides produces the gem. The Wild Within.
