On the way.......wilderness wanderings.

“It would be like describing colors to someone blind from birth: The words might be understood, but the concept would remain mysterious and private.”
― Nicholas Sparks, The Last Song

I stood 

looking to my left and to my right

wandering

brush in front of me

covering the back of me

I couldn't see where I was going or where I came

I just was

...

there

...

lost in the wilderness

on the way

from 

there to there

but

here

in the midst of 

both wonder and fear

...

I stand in awe

life swirling 

moving

rushing

and

I wonder 

what this journey is all about

this 

movement forward

..

I really was pretty comfortable 

aside from the heaviness in my spirit

at 

just sittin' for a while

....

resting

...

rejuvenating now I suppose

for the wilderness travel that I don't quite understand

no

it is not quite like giving up chocolate

hard at times

wonderful in joyful ways 

and

full of emotions that can't be articulated

...the way....

walking dust roads 

meeting folks

hearing tales and stories and adventures

filling my pockets with 

the richness shared by those I meet

savoring the sweet aroma of something so Holy 

words can't even begin to articulate the depth..

..

I don't know where 

I am going

but

I'm on my way

and

it's not easy

these things coming up from within

these voice from the past

telling me

"You will not make it"

"it will kill you"

"don't even try it"

"just be content"

"you are not good enough"

"strong enough"

"smart enough"

"cute enough"

to get to make it all the way

from there to there

so just stop

sit here

build your little comfortable abode 

in the midst of lush and let life

pass you on by

your old now

no need to put your heart out

no need to try anymore

just watch

......

and

suddenly

without rhyme or reason

without so much of a plan

something 

moves over me,

smokey presence

moving in 

mixing in 

touching every atom of my body and mind and spirit

I don't understand 

this mystery of sorts

this Presence

this Unknown that moves in me like 

early morning dew rising to meet the noon sun

it touches the places of my hurt

the inner parts of me

that have been split into

with a Balm of Healing

It rejuvenates my soul

It pulls me forth

and

I stand

breath in 

and

take another step 

forward

on the way

...

to somewhere

...

I don't know where..

....

wilderness journeys

Happy Monday

The radical rambler