Walking The Path of Belonging
I’d like to tell you that there is one path you’re supposed to be on.
I’d like to tell you that you’ll be hit with the answer any minute now.
I’d like to tell you that life’s journey is simple, easy, known.
I’d like to tell you that it gets easier with time.
But all that is not true.
I’m trying to find my way home and I start walking, then decide to take a right. Something blocks me so I have to veer off course. I feel frustrated.
I start down the road to the left and it curves around and I discover something interesting.
I stop to look.
Oops, I just missed my bus so now I’ll have to walk a mile.
But someone stops and picks me up.
In conversation with that person I find that they know someone that I should meet.
I get out and call that person who introduces me to someone else.
But I don’t click with that new person.
So I leave and keep walking.
This time I notice a road I had not seen before. It was always there but I wasn’t paying attention before. I get curious and follow it.
And then I arrive.
And I realize that without all the wrong turns, without the curves in the road, without the unexpected twists and turns, and the synchronicity of meeting people, I would never have arrived to the place I belong.
You believe that there is a path you should walk.
You believe that there is a purpose for your life and you must “find” it.
You get angry or sad or frustrated that something or someone is getting in your way or that you haven’t yet been hit with that bolt of clarity you expect.
The path you create is your path.
HERE is where you are meant to be.
Each and every moment, decision and choice in the present moment creates it.
Paying attention and being present is the only thing required to find your place of belonging.
Meaning and purpose change during the course of your life.
You may not like it.
It may be uncomfortable.
You may feel confused.
Sometimes it’s dark and scary.
But keep walking, keep showing up and your own life will steer you to your place of belonging.
You are never lost.
You are always right where you are supposed to be.
I’d like to share one of my favorite poems. When I have felt disoriented this poem reminded me, I am never lost. Blessings...
Stand still. The trees ahead and bushes beside you
Are not lost. Wherever you are is called Here,
And you must treat it as a powerful stranger.
Must ask permission to know it and be known.
The forest breathes. Listen.
It answers, I have made this place around you
If you leave it you may come back again, saying Here.
No two trees are the same to Raven.
No two branches are the same to Wren.
If what a tree or bush does is lost on you,
You are surely lost. Stand still. The forest knows
Where you are. You must let it find you.
-by David Wagoner