3/09/2006

Time of the Snows

Snow. Big fat sloppy flakes of snow. Falling. Everywhere. Feels like Christmas more than NearlySpring. Good thing too, since I never did get our Christmas letter done last year. Kids going nuts over the stuff and today I'll get enough stuff done at work in case of a snow day tomorrow.

Hubby bought me a peppermint mocha today to help drive away the fatigue that's come from pushing too hard again. As we drove up the hill toward the University through the snow and foggy air, there, looking for all the world like a forestry sign with it's half cream, half mocha paint were the words:

Follow your bliss.
Watch for signs.

Ever see Steve Martin's LA Story? Where the freeway signs talk to Steve about love and hope?

Follow your bliss.
Watch for signs.

Because it's not enough just to follow your bliss, as if that willingness to follow will provide enough of a map so a traveler will know they are on the right track. Because Bliss is like a dragonfly, a butterfly, or even a sea creature who does not know terrain, defies gravity, exists in four dimensions, and its easy to lose track of Bliss when it moves toward the Sun or deep into the Earth.

That's why we have to watch for signs. Trail markers. Changes in terrain. Moss on the tree trunk. Water flowing downhill. Then we can make choices, our best guess as to where the Bliss is taking us next.

The thing is, we can't stop forgetting that the signs are just /signs/ they are not Bliss, they are not the journey, and that what we're all about is the Journey, the placement of our feet upon the path and the people we share the journey with.

Because we are built for community, built to journey together, built to cheer and encourage each other on, even when we stumble, make bad choices, or simply give up.

Follow your bliss.
Watch for signs.
Share the journey.

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