So It Begins

10/31    

What possessed me to want to travel solo and camp across Western Australia?  A country that is five percent of the world’s land mass. An island-nation-continent with abundant open spaces and remote places.

In ministry there is talk about a sense of call. Artists I’ve known talk about it, too.  Through a means I do not understand, a sense that a particular something must be done wells up. Sometimes it starts as a trickle.  Other times it’s a torrent washing over. Sometimes it’s a nagging, like an itch or a pebble in the shoe that cannot be ignored. A sense of building. A rising momentum making itself known.

I can’t say exactly when the ripple in the pond grew into a wave; where that first stone came from; who or how the stone was cast. There’s mystery to this all. To write in depth about this process and the journey through Australia as it was happening would diminish it. Hence waiting until weeks have passed since I came home. Birthing can’t be rushed.  It happens on its own timetable.

I hope this effort to capture some of what transpired might be helpful. May it encourage openness to experience, the novel, the untried.  Each of us carries seeds of adventure -–  something that takes many forms. What is your adventure? What is waiting to be discovered?

I will not die an unlived life
I will not live in fear
of falling or catching fire.
I choose to inhabit my days,
to allow my living to open me,
to make me less afraid,
more accessible,
to loosen my heart
until it becomes a wing,
a torch, a promise.
I choose to risk my significance.
to live so that which came to me as seed
goes to the next as blossom
and that which came to me as blossom,
goes on as fruit.

by Dawna Markova

I look forward to learning what you discover as you encounter these pages.  I hope you’ll comment and interact with each other. Mine isn’t the last word.  May a community of kindness form as we explore together.

Until next time !