“I love to watch the unfolding … but I want to know where it is going.”
—recent excerpt from my Journal
This is the paradox of my life, perhaps a better word is dilemma. I love the surprise of the unfolding as I imagine myself floating down the river on a raft in some uncharted land and watching the landscape unfold in front of me. There is the sense of awe, of the hand that touches all things, a sense of beauty.
And then, I get off and swim to shore. I am no longer carried by the river, but trudging through the landscape on my own two feet, exposed to the elements, seeing only what is in front of me. I wonder, what is next? Is it safe here? Now the unknown is dark, threatening, and scary. Wolves in the darkness, bears in caves, bats flying across the night sky. Do they really drink blood, maul people, travel in packs to attack?
I love to watch the unfolding … but I want to know where it is going.