We all have roads to travel
We all have ports of call
Our journey is meant for us alone
It is not meant for all
~JJH
Each one of us is on a journey. A journey of life, of love, of devotion… a journey of pain and struggle… a journey of success and jubilation… a journey of forgiveness… a journey of lessons, of beliefs, of faith… a journey of hope. In that way, and in a great many ways, we are all the same…
We all suffer...
We all fall down...
We all bleed...
We all cry...
We are all broken...
We all celebrate...
We all experience joy...
We all search for love...
We all dream...
We all pray...
We may not be so different...
Because at our core...
We are all the same...
~JJH
What sets us apart from one another is the Journey. The individual life path that each of us walk, crawl, run, swim… We all have one. We all experience the same emotional phenomena as a result. But the road we walk is not the same. My road is not the same as your road. Your road is not the same as your mother’s. Your mother’s is not the same as your great-grandson. It’s not the same as your friends, your neighbors, your family. Granted, there are times that a group of us may go through or experience the same event, but that event affects each of us in different ways… which is often dependent upon where we are in our Journey.
What I’ve learned most recently is to trust in that Journey. And to trust in ourselves. So many times we question our decisions. We second-guess what we feel and know to be right. We make a choice in order to keep someone else happy instead of doing what we feel called to do for ourselves. We falter. We convince ourselves that a different option must be the correct one. In this way, we can get off track, our road becomes hidden. We may stumble. We may feel lost…
It may take time to get back on course, but inevitably we do… one way or another. This Universe has a way of forcing our Journey on us whether we think we want it or not. But ultimately, each step, each bump, each obstacle helps us grow and strengthen for the greater good of our selves.
If we silence our buzzing minds and listen, feel, reach out with that inner part of us, we always know what to do, where to go, how we should proceed. We always know what’s right. We may look for signs, or seek advice. We ask the stars, or the cards. We pray for guidance. Sometimes too, the Universe has a particularly jarring method of sending a lightning bolt to our brains, our hearts, our souls… a bolt full of insight or information that is meant to send us seeking our next Port of Call. It may be a soul mate, a passion, a trauma, it may be a spiritual fervor, a thirst for knowledge, a need for adventure… or it may be the story of a long-lost woman, near invisible to history despite her venerated status… and the great love of her life. Oh wait… that last one’s just one of mine. Sorry. 😉
So stay open, my friends. Stay true. To yourself. To your path. To whatever crazy downloads this Universe sees fit to send you. Follow it. Trust it. Learn what you can from it. Add it to the map to help you on your way. Remember the ports that have left their imprint upon you… the ones that helped you discover who you are… the ones after which you were never the same… the ones that whisper… and the ones that refuse to remain silent.
💖🕯🕊
Climb over the church wall, he said
You can feed the koi in the pond
Climb over the church wall in your Sunday dress
Be sure to feed the koi in the pond
It's a long, long climb going back in time
All of me wants to be, believe
That the angels will find me Saint Veronica
All of me wants to be, believe
That somehow you will save me Saint Veronica
He said: Kneel before your judges in reverence
Your penance for the woman you'll become
You knew if you talked there'd be a consequence
Your sentence for the woman you'll become
Ten days of hell in Satan's cell
All of me wants to be, believe
That the angels will find me Saint Veronica
All of me wants to be, believe
That somehow you will save me Saint Veronica
Dream of dimensions
Then cross through the veil to them
Wrap yourself in linen holding Jesus close
Calling Saint
Calling Saint
Saint Veronica
Climb out of the belly of the beast, she said
Become a witness out of the abyss
The temple of the soul will have to heal the flesh
Only when you're whole can you forgive
But it's a long, long climb
It's a long, long climb
