There were lots of new directions since then, but every one was a choice of intent with the goal of understanding better true meaning in life. And I have come to find that life on this planet never gets simpler without the realization that true life is one of a higher bearing.
Yesterday in a meeting at work, in discussion of managing our workload during a twice-yearly, pre-conference ramp-up, our manger said, “It is time to act in a more masterful way in all we do.” I see some ease from that level—a stepping back to a place of balance, peace, and being.
Still, we continue in our stride, perhaps more consciously.
A song of soul predominates this being.
The fabric of past -- rich,
Yet now –
so much to complete,
And in its review -- an overtone
as a summer wind
a forest awakening.
How many years? How many weeks?
In which hour
is the turning?
New pages of cloth,
bleached by the sun,
renewed in autumn’s blessing
and bound in a book of becoming.
The seasons of life try each soul
by the song of divine intent
I am becoming.