“Peculiar travel suggestions are dancing lessons from God.” Kurt Vonnegut, Cat’s Cradle
I celebrated my birthday last week with a series of Wandering Days.
As part of my annual ritual, I allowed my intuition to draw me to various spots where I spent a slice of quiet time wandering about. I didn’t realize it at first, but looking back at my photos on my phone, I noticed I had taken a bunch of path pictures. I was called, and so I went a-wanderin’.
Each direction I took led to awakened meaning of the value of life at the turning of a new year. I meandered along an autumnal trail, enchanted starry path, and a reverent aisle, pausing to take stock of each day and what I had made of it. Taking stock, too, of my life and what I am writing in this new chapter.
First, there was a magical evening at Longwood Gardens among the luminaries. The sky, punctuated with a single brilliant planet suspended in midnight blue, enveloped us in secrecy as we held hands and wandered between shadows and light. When I stumbled at the edge of the path, Kevin was there to catch my elbow and steady me. Holding hands can surely make dancing with life’s shadows more bearable.
Then, on my birthday itself, I trekked to one of my happy places, Columcille Megalith Park. On the drive, I chose a different country road, not sure where I would turn up. Dancing sideways a bit, I ultimately found my way and enjoyed some new scenery to boot. After wandering the park among my stony friends, I settled in a new corner, tucked myself under a blanket, and received all the questions in my heart.
Finally, the other morning, I stopped in a church. Silently sliding into a pew where the rays of sun had warmed the wood, I unpacked my journal and ran my palm over the smooth empty pages. I closed my eyes, waiting…sensing…listening for the Divine who is always present in the stillness.
Then came a whisper. My pen wanted to move to acknowledge the Voice. Like a little girl, hopeful hands full of seeds, I stilled myself and waited for spirit to alight. Forgive, forgive came the message from beyond the rafters.
I stop and welcome all the gifts as I take the next step on the path of my new year.