Sometimes… most of the time I don’t know how to get there.
There. Whether it is the “there” in the outer glimpses of my dreams or the “there” in the vision of who I once thought I was to be.
Yesterday I heard Chelsea Smith speak about how to get there. She gave five suggestions, all of which I agree with, some of which I practice far too infrequently. She spoke words of affirmation about none of us being overlooked, even when the answers aren’t forthcoming, even when the night seems long, even when the pain continues for 365 days times 3 long years. Even when life doesn’t make sense, embrace the paradox that is a part of everyday existence. And listen.
Listen to the still small voice that speaks inside your heart and your body, speaking of healing and faith and trust in something bigger than yourself. That still small voice that is often too still and too small for my overactive imagination that wants answers yesterday and not tomorrow, but that would settle for today.
How do I get there?
Wherever there is, I know that the way for me to get there is not on my own. I am not alone on the journey to get there. I have companions along the way that keeps my spirits from sinking too deep into the depths that they traveled in this lifetime. There will be made better if we make it there together.