Out beyond ideas of wrong doing and right doing
There is a field.
I’ll meet you there.
I once went exploring a side road on the Navajo Reservation leading to Leupp, Arizona. The road went up the hill following its own inclinations, sometimes bearing left to miss a pothole, sometimes right to veer around a creosote bush.
The road knew where it would end up. I couldn’t see that far ahead. But I believed it would take me where I needed to be. And it did.
Sometimes we can’t direct where our life will take us. We only can follow what seems to be the best path, hold on, and trust.