All those who wander are not lost. -J.R.R. Tolkien
Go here, go there but don’t just go anywhere. Let it simmer, beg you, trick you into it or call your name in the wind. Then you will know where you need to be so you can ‘be’, as a bird in the sky or a tree in a forest. Erase all doubt from yourself as this is just the sound effects of fear; lose this as you would a bad dream. But even with all your hesitation and wanting certainty, your destiny’s persistent even though the road’s crooked and full of the trickster. In the end, you draw strength from the words of the Buddha, Change your vibration… change your life.”
Then comes the “ah-ha” moment when all’s decided down the streets of purpose. Things just fall into place as the moon placing the earth’s tilt to an exact degree thus affecting the seasons of the year; as you become the seasons of a new and different hemisphere… both spiritually and physically. And what seemed like a fog that surrounded you up to this point was, in fact, an illusion that existed only in your mind. The ‘Call’ is now clear and undeniable.
Movement agitates, disturbs the status quo like the pull of the full moon on the tides; as a change in climate disturbs the Earth. Happenstance appears to haunt you. The safety net is gone and you’ve to release a game of chance but remember the Tarot hasn’t any rule over you. Movement causes the stagnate to fight against you… things go bump in the night as the old ways of being rage against the new in a battle of what was and what shall ever be. But the old is like a fading dream; ignore it, it has already passed.
Remember that movement is also grace and beauty… as the planets move in rotation, as the very fabric of the universe moves to your lead… this is the dance that you’ve become… an ageless ritual in a new adventure. Some would drown in the waters you swim in. They have their depth, you have yours.
Yesterday is a memory; a rich texture to bring a smile. Some chose to look at it as a Zen monk facing backwards while riding an ox. In this, he demonstrates the unknowable future. But I chose Perceval who rides his trusted mare to the Grail Castle. He lets loose of the reins and the horse leads the way. That’s the way of faith, intuition and wonder.
And on your way remember one bit of advice from a Hobbit who lived in a Hobbit house; after an adventure, one never comes back home the same.