July 18-A, 2022

We are always waking up
to some aspect of our life--
the life that we are living
and the life that is ours to live.

The nagging,
recurring,
idea that we have missed something,
that this isn't what we are cut out for,
that we are empty in the wrong kind of way,
and floundering,
lost in a wasteland 
that we are somehow responsible for,
is an ever repeating them
among human beings throughout time.

Well, what are we going to do
in response?
Mourn and weep
and bear our depression to the grave?
Or sit down with our inner guide
and say, "Alright, I know it's late,
but let's see what we can do 
in the time left for living!"?

What we have missed is still right there,
where it always has been,
waiting for us to wake up,
turn the light around,
shift our perspective,
and do the thing that most needs doing
here/now
and see where it leads.

We don't have to have the whole map
unfolded on the floor,
with the route marked out 
with a pink highlighter,
and an itinerary
with an attached daily planner
and appointment calendar 
lying on the table.

We don't have to know anything
beyond what most needs doing here/now.
Do that,
where/when/how it most needs to be done,
and trust the path to open before us
one deed at a time from that point on.

And, like that, the adventure unfolds before us
as we start walking,
like all true adventures do. 

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