What to do when you feel marooned by yourself?  Or that you took off from a shore that just was completely used, built, populated, busy, exciting and exhausting towards the unknown gray fog in the huge great lake ahead.

It is the card when you have the staff of purpose, pushing the tiny boat through the murky emotional waters head forward into the unknown.  Part of me is huddled, sad to leave the familiar, tentative and scared.  There is nothing ahead in the horizon.  It is the deepest cold fog.  Shapes and shadows are like phantoms, clouds or mountains and change with each heave of the little craft of me.

But I will not topple or tip or flounder or sink.  It is a journey, not a dead end.  And the destination is not even the goal.  It is to be present to the gift of the Way.  I claim the cloak of Her warming love always on my shoulders, whether I feel it or not.  I grasp the truth of her Presence even when the travel seems to be endless inertia.