My thinking over the last two days has been about choosing a path.
When you’re working on something like a novel, it can be hard to decide what to focus on. The outcome is so uncertain. Your imagination is endless. There are so many options.
Yesterday, when I felt conflicted and a little messed in the head, this little Haiku came out:
Too many choices
Pebbles tossed on an ocean floor
What does your heart say?
Today, I found a little more clarity. I’ve decided which path to choose. It wasn’t an analytical decision in the end. The best ones never are. I looked at two options in my mind. One shone brighter. A couple of weeks ago we talked about a third way. This is a third way:
One hand on the earth
Fingers draw life from the core
One hand on your heart
I think you always know what you have to do. It just takes time to admit it to yourself. When you do, you have no choice but to follow through.