I have spent years in the wilderness. I found a clearing a few years ago but it did not lead to any sort of opening or escape. On more than one occasion, I thought that I could bolt through the forest to find my way out but that proved to be futile.
Now is my time, and I have found the path.
I speak metaphorically, of course. The clearing I speak of was discovered when I began the practice of meditation in 2013. For some, tuning in to self cannot come from simply sitting and being, but I fell into it with ease. I understood that chatter was okay; that it was fine to set an intention but at the end of each practice, nothing need be accomplished.
It just is. I can just.be.
Currently, there are major shifts in this soul’s life, so I returned to practice. I came home to the sangha and was welcomed as if by family. It’s been only two weeks since I picked up where I left off but the clarity and stillness cultivated long ago never left. Just like seedlings in a field; they have been dormant. The only thing they needed was for me to notice. To provide awareness.
My path ahead is uncertain. I know to some degree what I do and do not want.
My practice will help me through. And forward.