I did arrive safely and was warmly welcomed. It seems appropriate that Providence gets me here at a time when I am choosing to reflect on my journey and its significance. When last here, my journal posting alluded to the allegorical and metaphorical nature of my travels. When I left, I did not have certain heading, but a sense, I would eventually get to Ithaca New York. I also stated my goal was to not take a job but work with the purpose of developing a habit of writing on a daily basis. It took over a month to land in Ithaca. I have been successful at not landing a job, but have worked steadily to keep up with my scribing goal. Posting these gleanings and having contact with several readers who have been with me on this journey provides a means of accountability. It seems though, I may have landed a job--I seem to have fulfilled a long term goal to be a writer. That mostly certainly connotes an occupation. The job description is just so unfamiliar, it crept up on me that I may have joined that circle of authors. Writers dominate the crowd I merged into as I settled into residence in Ithaca. I feel small confirmation that, have arrived at a destination I began heading to over thirty years ago.
If this journey indeed circles back to the time, when choices I made are being fulfilled, then the potential for much greater significance exists. I get the sense that paths seem to have a way of unfolding once we pick a destination. Often on the way, we may lose track of where we are headed, but nevertheless proceed onward based on our initial footstep. I remember, as I commenced viewing life’s journey as Spiritual Path over thirty five years ago, hearing the phrase, “The longest journey begins with a single step.” Encompassing my passage in an expansive time frame, reduces many of my choices and goals into minor supporting roles. In the moment, almost anything can take on the appearance of major consequence, when in fact it may be only a diminutive particle of small impact. I hope this can give me the perspective that whenever, I experience “Carpe Diem,” I do not let it overwhelm me.
With this in mind, I choose to continue my daily writing, and view all other projects as support of that goal. My hope is that this task becomes habit and requires less sustained effort. Then, I hope to expand my writings beyond what I post on a daily basis. Perhaps in a slight way, I feel less need to have occupation as essence of my self. I recognize my goals but they no longer provide my identity. I guess I will just continue writing and see want happens. I also remember an artist’s lesson about separating our art from its outcome. With all this in mind, I will head out today to visit another writer friend who tomorrow undergoes bypass surgery. If this post seems a little rambling, I reserve to right to edit it in the future.
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