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Monday meditation: Crossroads

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Jeremiah 6:16
"Thus says the Lord, stand at the crossroads and look, and ask for ancient paths:where the good way lies; and walk in it, and find rest for your souls."

I will be thinking and praying my way through this verse this week as part of reading "The Artists Rule". This verse seems to be waving hello to me every time I turn around. When I read it yesterday, it took my breath away - and that reaction makes me think there is a great deal to unpack in the above words.

What do you do when you find yourself at a crossroads?
How do you decide which direction to move? - Flipping a coin, listening to your gut?

Here is a quote from "The Artists Rule" about the work of transition, that really struck me...
"We must disrupt old ways, shattering the planes upon which we have unwittingly built lives that do not bring us happiness, the fulfillment, the transcendence for which we hunger. We need not turn our back and run to the monastery; rather we must turn toward the world, our lives, our work, our community, our loves ones, in a new way. - Paul Wilkes"

As I begin to process - or have this verse (and this quote) work on me, here is my initial reaction:
"Look far enough ahead to see where to step next, but not so far that you lose footing where you are." T.E.

Part of me wishes the response were bolder: Part of me wants to charge forward into the whatever with abandon...but there is something about having sure footing that I need right now.

In between
T.L. Eastman

One foot here - one foot there - still moving...
to the place where the paths might meet,
greet each other warmly
and take steps together.
Their journey being richer for each others perspective and experience.
Unity can be achieved, even if the ingredients of life are a mixed bag.

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