Life is just filled with adjusting.  Ready to send a file–nope, won’t go.  No reason, just won’t go.  Ready to copy something.  Nope won’t copy.  Even if I finally recognize a reason, can’t copy it here.  Want to cook something, get ready, nope, missing ingredients, wrong pan.  Moving forward living my life plan–whoops, nope, not that way.

The thing about hitting walls in life is the hope that I can see them coming better.  Or at least don’t have to slam into it over and over again expecting it to move “Because I SAID SO!”  Amazing the amount of control we continue to believe we have, despite all shifts in the path.

That’s why the labyrinth is such a telling illustration of life–it is one path, our feet never leave the ground, but it wanders in and out and here and there–this one path–goes to the center and out again.  No tricks really, just wandering.

The trick, actually, is to wander with wonder, not with any illusion of control.  Or you can simply roll up the rope marking out the twisted path, and be in the open field, on a hill, watching the grace of the earth’s sunrise once again.

Cherishing the day today on the Way.