Wonderment

In a swirling mass of "to do's" she sat down. The endings were also "beginnings" she reminded herself. The beginnings we also endings. Her eyes fell on the purple pen in front of her

" Psychosissucks.ca" it said. It was laying on top of a depleted gift visa card, a fingernail polishing board and was sliding slyly up to the white CANADA pen. Her mind was used to seeing everything as a symbol partially alive and pulsing with meaning. This particular snapshot entertained her for a brief moment.

There was so much in her life that needed to end. So much was beginning. The year ahead looked very busy indeed but she could see the hope ahead despite the apparent situation. Her horoscope said "Risking does not mean giving in to every silly venture. It is about hearing a calling for truth - things you have denied, postponed, avoided, feared, but things you know were true. This is a time to be more truthful and follow a calling."

Calling, what was her calling? What was calling her most deeply, resolutely and absolutely. What did she know through experience and deepest regard for what matters most. It wasn't anything she could see, touch, hear or taste. That she knew for sure.

What was calling her, seemed to be calling every other person around her. In the still silent moments of early dawn, she could fill up and send a powerful current of clarity into the day ahead. Searing away the rigid bars of her mind that held her into a holding pattern of sorrow and dis-ease.