Wisdom has taken her stand. She calls out – it is time!
The gentle whisperer calls – I feel it! I’m yearning -I know – I’m invited, in quiet instalments to become and step into more. I begin to move, breaking with status quo, opening windows to explore, needing to find answers, that hold out hope for Life. So I find I’m moving in newness, moving in currents. I’m shifting the blinders that have helped me hold pain at bay. The current is broadest and deepest in places that most seem unsettled and losing their way. It is not time to cling onto, it is not time to snooze. It is the adventure of change that invites. It asks each to step out, to go without knowing, just sensing that something is opening doors.
The doors are unlocked. Things impossible are found. Movement is not defined by what has happened before! The risk is the greatest when the call is the deepest because radical has never looked this way before. Conventions will struggle. The wise will abhor the ventures that breakthrough unexpected borders. Creativity is living, outside of the boxes. It is growing in empty lots that have been neglected and spurned.
The power of living must be believed to bear fruit. It isn’t the knowing who are able to see. It isn’t about numbers, it isn’t about process! It is about giving You room to be free. This isn’t about leaders. This is not about force. This is all about people who have encountered the shock of no floor. To step out into nothing, to walk in the air, to experience unnatural and laugh and just be. The timing is crucial, it is never tomorrow, it is about “now” as you step out to soar.
The running are breathing! The flying are resting! The curious, a spring that just pours!
The call is incessant, for those who can hear. It never repeats and always is near. It’s always in motion, so follow as you will, to find the next possible, an outlet that fills. Hunger is drinking. Thirst is for seeing. Yet those who are settled in purpose – flash by in their rush!
So move with the wind. Quiet and still. Look into eyes and find those that hold life. Dance to the music. Laugh with your being. Delight in each breath that sparkles your toes. It may not make sense. They may call you a child. Yet Living is worth breaking your dungeons set in stone.
Author – Bill Tidsbury