Our Heart Knows the Way
October 14, 2020
Our Heart Knows the Way
By Amba Gale
In these days of little traveling outward, and, perhaps, deep traveling inward, we come to find that the old shorelines that used to make our way are no longer available to guide us. Now, we need to find a new compass, a new rudder, so that we may paddle towards that horizon which is uniquely our own. Attending to our heart, we find, that our heart knows the way. When we stop, get quiet enough, and still enough, and listen deeply, we can connect with our heart, we can discern our Voice, we can discover our one true name. It is in that place where we can connect with our joy, and our joy in being alive.
Where Lake Meets Sky
Look beyond yourself.
Look to the farthest horizon where
lake meets sky.
Even further.
Take
one easy paddle towards that horizon
and notice
how the wake appears,
then disappears,
behind you.
Pilgrim,
You must not go back.
Only the open lake
in front of you
with no shoreline to mark your way.
Listen with your heart.
Your heart knows the way.
“A happy heart is true,”
St Brigid still
speaks.
Follow your joy.
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