it’s like tuning in to some great radio station during a night drive, listening to a great interview by Krista Tippet or Terry Gross… and then, slowly, slowly losing signal. It breaks up a little at first, maybe so little you hardly notice. Maybe just in the valleys. Then it drops out, really comes and goes, then mostly goes. You hit “seek” to find if it is broadcasting somewhere else. Frantic to find out the rest of the story.
This is my relationship lately with my path, my muse, my core. I was keyed in, clicked in, in the groove, and then it began to flicker, sputter, drop out. Then I felt I had lost it mid stride. Just like that.
Today, I had chocolate chip cookies for lunch.
But that is not what this is about.
Or maybe it is. It is about tuning in, tuning back in. Remembering that we’ve forgotten something.
An addendum to yesterday’s post about the path:
I asked my guide, how do I find my path? He said, you’re on it. Always.