Someone remarked the other day that there is no such thing as good luck, or bad days, or ups and downs, just destiny.  That sounds a bit like being behind the 8-ball of some predestined (uh, ayup there’s that word again) route that has me, that I have no free will.

Looking the word up in the dictionary, I find that the root word comes from “to make firm, fasten down or secure.”  What if each choice I make in the day anchors my life to a route?  It certainly seems obvious.  But if with each action I take I remember what I believe is my Divine purpose, then each step I take is on the path I choose.  As always, and in any case, I can not fall off the path, even if I feel like I’ve been re-routed along a circuitous detour.

Taking a long slow deep breath I remember who I am and how I encapsulate the delight of Divine and Woman with each singular smallest choice.  I walk gratefully in the fullness of the Path of Heaven.