Walking along a wall

It’s like there is a wall that I keep bumping into.  I’m not sure where I want to go, but I keep bumping up against inertia, pouting, and resistance.  And once I bump, I get restless and irritated.  Fun cycle that is starting to bore me–and that’s a good sign.

What I plan to do is to just trace my fingers along the cool bricks, dance my hands along the windows, take a look at the details and just let it be there without a fight.

I am still walking with the Divine.  She can see over all walls and just giggles at my snotty reaction to being contained and blind.  “It’s like a surprise!” She says.  And I want her to warn me, feeling anxious about sudden curves in the path.

“You are an adventurer,” She reminds me, “Be true to where you are, and you then can embrace the new.”

So today I embrace the wall, sit against it, have a picnic and just let us be together.