“Was I something like a sleeping spy all this time?”
“Yes.”
“But why all the dead ends and exploded bridges?”
“Designed to keep you moving.”
“Why my terrible scrawl of handwriting, and imbalance, when I so needed to write neatly and move gracefully?”
“It would have distracted you.”
“And my inability to paint?”
“Form would have won out, or might have, over essence.”
“Why such pathetic music skills?”
“Same as above.”
“But, I love music.”
“Yes.”
“I’m told that I have no skill, but I love to sing to myself.”
“Yes, a private pleasure is allowed.”
“Allowed?”
“Yes. It keeps you company, without distracting you from inner development.”
“How can I share your teaching when I have such little , if any, support? Nobody believes me.”
“Not a problem.”
“Why?”
“There are those who will.”
“Within my lifetime?”
“Is that important?”
“To whom?”
“To you.”
“No.”
“Yes.”
………..
A simple seeker’s note to herself
Published by jeanw5
A Journal of a journey, with Spirit as my guide, using
the wisdom of I Ching, an ancient explanation of change as a necessary part of life, to understand Life, and where, how, and why my life has developed as it has, and where do I go from here, and how, and why.
My mission, purpose, or desire is to share my struggle toward and passion for enlightenment, without having a clear idea of what it will look like when I find it, and I intend to find it, sooner or later.
Meanwhile I seem to be struggling toward enlightenment without a clear road map, unless Spirit, my constant companion (did He invite himself along, for laughs, perhaps?) is hiding it from me, for whatever reason.
Vancouver, BC Canada is the only place I care to live, in this world. Perhaps it's not entirely by choice. My name is carved into a nearby sidewalk, as if to remind me where I belong. I am blessed to have Spirit as a teacher. Just ask him.
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