“Stay on the path even when it looks foolish and dangerous. If you think you are lost, stop and wait until the path becomes clear again. Gather any food and supplies you find even if they are a burden to carry – you will depend on them later. And don’t quit. It’s worth it.”
But I know a secret that most people never learn; that the landscape of the human heart is as wild and strange and fascinating as anything in all of creation. And I don’t have to travel the world or make a lot of money or have a fancy education to explore the human heart. Being a housewife works just fine for that.
With her beloved cloud moving on and and the chill of the night breeze picking up, the woman packed up her seat to return to the house where her children were sleeping. Soon she would be asleep as well. In another time, her seer’s dreams would have been seen as valuable and sought-after. But we don’t live in those times. Dreams, like the visions in the clouds, are nothing but more tricks of the brain. And what could be the wonder in that?
I am sensitive like the finest aviator watch that uses the motions of the adventurer wearing it in unlikely places to keep its own tiny, perfect gears moving in synch. I am sensitive like a flower that responds to sunlight and opens or a bird that senses danger and flies away long before it arrives. It is not easy being so sensitive, but even that simply drives me deeper into the arms of divine Love.
The moments in my life that have been most sure and which have left me with the most peace and joy have been moments of defiance. The times when, even though no one else would get it, I knew the path I needed to take forward and I took it. These are my reckless moments. Those things that caused offense, consternation, even concern for my sanity among those watching.