Sacred Journey

Since I was a teenager I was rushing. I had to rush towards something or away from it. I rushed with this deep inkling I was running towards truth. I kept feeling I needed to remember something important so I ran towards an invisible thread that would tie me to a memory. All along while in this frenzy of anxiety I didn’t stop to witness the journey. I just moved at the speed of lightning trying to find answers to some imaginary illusion of what was out there. I made horrible and risky decisions along the way. I created a life that has taught me a lot about grace and faith. And perhaps that was also part of the destiny.

But…I’ve missed out on the journey too many times. During meditation, recently, that “thing” I was suppose to remember was the awareness of the journey. I don’t have to know…

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