Tonight's sunset. (Running errands with my son.)
During a meditation earlier this week, I saw myself standing in the middle of a road. Everything behind me had crumbled to dust, and in front of me was a barren desert. Hot, dry, dusty amd lifeless.
I knew that it was time to make a choice. Stay where I was amongst the ruins, try to cobble my old life back together, reengaging in the same beheviors and patterns; or walk into the desert that looked like certain death.
However, I was told, the desert is merely an illusion. It's what an unknown future looks like from my point of reference. Desolate and frightening, and not a good place to be wandering around.
The answer? Walk forward fearlessly and trust. And once I've committed to my new course of action, I'll find that I've pierced through the illusion of emptiness, and into any number of new scenes that I can't even imagine, becauae they're like nothing I've experienced before. Good or bad, it won't be a barren desert.
So far, I seem to be stumbling around in a fog. Looking impatiently for a marker to show me the next step. There are others there too. Soon the mist will thin, and we'll be able to make each other out through the gloom. My peeps. Some from now, some yet to come.
I've already left a lot of people behind. Thank God you're still here, listening to my stories. Chime in if you have any clue where I'm supposed to be going. I'm rather tired of falling into ditches.