Getting There

For most of my life I've been a spiritual seeker—jumping from one possibility to another until finally stopping long enough to stay in one place. I read the Word, ascribe to the creed, recognize my need and envy those people who seem snug and secure. Perhaps I worry about the transformation that should be taking place. Am I the same person I was before? And if I am not , what's up?

I'm not hiding my light under a bushel, but it seems dim. What do I want, a crescendo, drum roll, cymbals clashing, thunder?

Perhaps a note would do. An email that I'm walking in the right direction, relationships take time.

Perhaps a tap on the shoulder would do. A sign that says—Right Around the Corner —keep going personal encounters take time.

Whether or not I get there, I'll keep walking. I know the direction, have the maps, and checking my mileage and direction isn't such a poor pastime.