… Wanderer, worshiper, lover of leaving.
It doesn’t matter.
Ours is not a caravan of despair.
Come, even if you have broken your vows a thousand times.
Come. Yet again… come…. Come.
Not long ago, a dear friend found herself down our gravel road… It’s unusual to find yourself in “the neighborhood” soshe and her niece stopped by to visit the goats. We sat on the porch as the sun went behind the trees, and this poem came up.
I’ll own it. I’ve broken my vows a thousand times. And then I lost count.
I’ve gotten lost in the weeds, thought the path on which I was traveling was “THE One”…. only to wake up one fine day, heart-broken and uncertain of everything but my own skin.
Despite what we hear from the outside, your “living” is not intended to be straight and narrow. It’s not supposed to be about “reaching goals”. It’s not about “getting it right” or “becoming anything.”
Becoming, my dear friends… is a disease.
If you are always on the road to becoming something. You are never “there”.
This is hooey. You are already there.
Here’s what I have learned ~ and the words don’t do it justice…. because what I am about to say is translated into English from the language of the heart… and much is lost in translation, but just the same…
Beneath masks, and hats and history,
You are already whole.
Enough as is.
What I want for you is for YOU to wake up every single morning knowing THIS. What I long for you to realize is that the path need not be hard nor arduous. It is simple. Clear. I know this and those who have walked with me before know this. It is about small steps, in community, in consciousness, in Love.
This living is not about perfection.
It is about mindfully inhabiting your days.
That is all.
Let me tell you about a sweet woman I have learned about and loved…. Her name is Kiki. She works for a huge, well-respected company in the pacific northwest and is on the VP track. She is gorgeous, inside and out (as are you, my dear) . She’s a mom, and a wife, and a longing lover (just.like.you).