When I find my path is choked with things that threaten me with doom; when I step outside and sense my fear instead of the wonder of the stars – that is when I seem to need a voice that sing’s of hope with hints of what ’s ahead.
Yet listening is so difficult when noise just fills the air. It’s so much easier to hear the roar of all the things that scare. I also find at times like these, I grip complacency’s despair, and not the quiet counsel that heartens me to dare.
I want to stay the same, it is so familiar with my souvenirs up on the shelf! The problem is that what I seek, are vistas from a mountain I haven’t even seen. I wish that mountain view would simply come to me. Instead, I find that I must trek to places now unknown.
The step that hurts is when I part with routines that were my friends. They sob and cry as I leave behind what separated me from what I dream. Now, as I step into fields unknown, I find surprise arising – fresh joy!
The journey is a process that requires me to leave and then embrace the new that opens life to soar. I exchange my familiar for the beauty of vision found. I open wide to impossibilities that never could be dreamed – without my journey’s insistent call.
Author – Bill Tidsbury