Fast forward and as I walk among the various paths ahead of me, I find that there is no map. The ways of the past feel antiquated and outdated. Familiar sights seem obsolete. New views seem illusive. I can't very well ask Google what my next move should be, or can I?
Its like the Robert Frost poem, "Two roads diverged in yellow wood, and sorry I could not travel both." There is always a magnanimous choice ahead of us, which road will we travel and how do make our decisions moving forward? Each breath contains within it a choice; taking in nourishment, and expelling what no longer serves. I'm coming to believe that maybe the breath is a fabulous instrument to determine the path ahead. It feels like an infinite map, an inner compass. The breath allows me to notice when I am 'holding my breath in anxiety or fear,' and it also allows me to notice when 'I am open to receiving love and beauty.'
For as long as I can remember I'm a heart girl. Maps and math never did make much sense to me, but if they do to you, that's fabulous!! I feel my world at a very deep level, and navigate the world through the waters of my heart. I don't know where I'm heading, but maybe that's where the magic happens? If I always called AAA, perhaps I would miss some insane adventures?! Plot twists, lovers, friends, and perhaps even a furry companion?
From here on out, I'm going to trust the energy of my heart to be my compass. How about you? How will you plan your next adventure?
May You Sweetly Seek:)