Friday, October 23, 2009

Directions

Drop the canteen you are hefting around in the desert you are walking through. Let the wind bury it in the sand; let the dunes overtake it. The weight of it is immense, and you are tired as it is. It reminds you always that you are thirsty. It reminds you of how profoundly sweet and cool the water that flowed from it once was, how it quenched that deep thirst so perfectly; nourished your heart, your body, your mind—saturated the root of you and made them new each day.

Drop it, for it is gone. What you hold is empty. Hollow. A shell of memories. A still-life reflection of what was, instead of a moving representation of what is. Don’t stop to think about it. Don’t make a production out of it; don’t grant it undue pomp and importance. It doesn’t deserve to be seen off; you aren’t saying goodbye to anything you need, or will miss.

Just let it go. Let it fall unceremoniously along your way, and don’t look back. No matter how cracked your lips become, or how much your chest starts to ache, don’t look back; build the distance; keep moving...concentrate on each drift of sand you kick, listen to the wind blow. It will whip, and blow through you from time to time. Love is a blanket, and for now you must keep yourself warm. Strength is a fortifier, for now build your own shelter. The world may seem impossibly dark; the fire inside you burns bright always-let it light your way

Move in a straight line, and never stray from your path. Trust yourself, your instincts, and what you do. Take pride in them all; Take them with you, let them be your guide. Give faith to your process. Continue to plant seeds, even in this barren place, continue to grow and create as you labor through.

But don’t exclude all else.

Go and be where there is life. It has a pulse. You will recognize its rhythm. Never deny its vibrancy.

See it.

Walk with it.

Touch it.

Drink it in—let it wash over you, and you will walk out of this wasteland, whole, renewed, intact. Above all, never stop moving. You will live again. You will find it again. You may realize, under the moon and among the countless stars that you already have.

When you have arrived, You will find me there. I will be waiting.

Now go.

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