Juncture of Life

 It may be when we no longer know what to do,
we have come to our real work,
and that when we no longer know which way to go,
we have begun our real journey.

Wendell Berry

It is a day filled with rain and gloom sending a chill deep into my bones.  I sit in my chair looking out the window and find myself missing the leaves that have been carried away by the wind.  There is an empty space where my fallen tree called home and its absence causes me to sigh.

While I journal, I speculate how I fit into the greater scheme of things.   Do I make a difference in space or time?  There is so much fear and uncertainty in our world, accompanied by hot passion, but too frequently lacking conviction.  The earth and all whom stand upon her are in need of great healing and yet an intensity festers amongst those who hold the speculative answers.

As human beings we have free will.  We have choice as to whether or not we will watch life pass us by or jump on board as active participants.  Will our life just leisurely unfold or will we become interior decorators of our soul.

Some challenges are mastered while some remain snagged in distorted dreams.  Which lenses we choose to look through determines our interpretation of all that surrounds us.  Belief systems and core values direct our focus so pure innocence or untainted viewpoints are difficult to come by. 

Who to trust? 
What to believe?

Clarity of perception still resides in the eyes of the beholder.  The eyes sometimes do not see what the ears can acutely hear.  Even our physical vibrations impact reactions.  How do we ever find our way?

I no longer know what to do ...

I no longer know which way to go ...

This must be the real juncture of my life.

The one I have been striving towards.