“The muddy ground became covered with water, he could no longer see the path. He sloshed through the swamp… Until he came to a clearing in the forest. There he saw… A bird.
“You look lost”, the bird said.
“I don’t think so. I mean. I’m not sure if I’m lost.”
“I really hadn’t thought about it.”
“Hadn’t thought about it?” said the bird
“You must have some idea of where you’re going, yes?”
“Well, I’ve been following the path. It seems as if many people have taken it before me, and there have been many signs along the way… And a very helpful cat guided me back to the path when I started to wander.”
The crickets fell silent as the bird asked,
“But where do YOU want to be going?”
“I’m not sure”, said the boy, as he looked around at the dark, tangled swamp.
“But i do know that this isn’t where I want to be. I guess I AM lost.”
The bird said, “Ask yourself where it is YOU want to go,
and then follow the signs you already know.”
The North Star, Peter H Reynolds (thank you, stef!)
I feel like I’ve got a bone stuck in my throat.
I have so much to say… Yet
The words are not coming to me.
I’m adjusting my step and
I hope to be back soon.
September 26, 2009