Once in a while I can stop to see where I am headed and what might lie ahead. But that is only once in a while. Most days, weeks and even months, I feel tethered to a speeding train that has an unnamed engineer at its helm and I cannot ask him where we are going. I am not able to see the tracks that lay ahead and so I cannot foresee my direction; I cannot formulate a plan, nor gather my wits to prepare for what is coming.
What can I do? I give in. When I am speeding along without control, I bend. I acquiesce, I curtsey, I give in with as much grace as I can muster. It is not always easy, for I like to get my way, and I have strong notions about right and wrong.
But still, I bend. I seek to sway and curve and use the strength of those curves to embrace my future days and challenges. I try not to stand rigid and expect that things must go my way. And sometimes being pliable allows me to see much more than I would otherwise. I see from upside down, from backwards, from slow motion and I catch glimpses of truth while going fast forward.
When the hard roughness of my days meets the new pliable me, I find more cooperation and flow. There is more give and take, more learning, more breathing and less battle. Ah… I like less battle. So I will lay aside my questioning of “where might my path lead me” and grab hold of the strength there is in curving myself to embrace and envelop and transform my challenges into mysteries and possibilities.
We and our weeds are so much more than what we first appear to be.
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