In this moment of deep transition, a few brief thoughts on “following our path,” and what that really means.
A well-intentioned friend recently cautioned me about falling too far from my path as I meander, in my peculiar way, through experience and discovery.
I had to laugh. Such words of caution beg the question.
If we do not believe there is One True Path, how can we fall from it?
I am on my path.
It twists and curves riotously, joyously. It is sheer movement.
Angels dance on wingtips overhead, and devils on their tails below. They sing together of freedom.
I am not lost, my dear. Or, if I am, I do not wish to be found.
Because there is wilding here, on my path. There is witching, here on my path. There is wonder and meaning and laughter and growth—here on my path.
And on yours too, I have no doubt. I never claimed to walk the One True Path.
I know only a little about kinetic freedom, and it is enough to keep me spinning, spinning, spinning recklessly through parabolas and whorls—along this path that is unfailingly mine. Always changing. Always growing with me.
I choose it for myself.
No one is “falling” here. Only dancing.
As long as you’re dancing, you are on your path. As long as you’re moving, you are on your path. As long as you can read your footprints in the sand, you are on your path.
Next Stop: Costa Rica. Home for the next 12 months. Hasta luego!
Photo Credit: A Different Story