The Consoled Heart Identifies Itself
Morning Thoughts #167
I had to stay long enough so that when I go, the spirit of the going stays with me. The meaning of it earned, planted deep enough that the breeze of my returning speed cannot dislodge it. The moving needs to move me in body and soul. Too quick an initial reaction spills itself empty upon the physical body with nothing left over.
Retreat after occupation: this is the cure to the curse for those blessed with a home they initially set aside. Their tacit rejection has to deepen into something mired in, requiring an exit strategy worthy of the word escape, both in planning and action. The only viable return path should contain, at best, consistently deep mud. The pace of a trudge is required here, for proper escaping staying power. When you’re prodigal and homeward bound, you’re inevitably looking at more than a day trip! Ideally, a few mountains should pop up to be traversed too.
One day, home is at last christened, like the overdue naming of a child. Finally worse for wear at a desperate altar, the consoled heart identifies itself.
You were too geared to begin, not suspecting life blessed you with more than you knew, that it was not beginning required of you but continuing! How much time we waste in unnecessarily insisting upon ourselves as agents of beginning. Doing so causes us to retrace conquered steps, fight battles our forebears already won- for the sake of pride that wants to feel itself as father of its own continuing!
Friends, we can’t all be founders and forefathers! Some of us are born to be continuers! Beginning at a task given to you to be continued is backtracking for the sake of vanity. Understand your lot in life and you will go far!
As for me with my writing, after much needless gathering back, I have learned with gusto to write: To Be Continued!