Rambling on a Winding Road

It's my nature:  I just don't think in a straight line. 

While the rest of the world is getting there ~FAST~ on the highways of life, I am always taking a side path up a hill or wandering along a lane that runs down into a valley.  It takes longer to get where other people seem to think that I should be.  I get lost or I fall into a hole or whatever
but  .....e.....v.....e.....n.....t.....u.....a.....l.....l.....y.....
I will actually get somewhere.....although that may not even be the destination that I originally intended. 

It took me a long time to figure out that it's okay just to be Me and that I do Not belong on any highway.  Ever.

I'm fine with that.  Others can find it kinda bothersome, though.

I was telling one of my goals to someone yesterday.  I meant something simple and precise but instead I ended up explaining the thought process that got me to the decision to do what it is that I plan to do.  It made complete sense to me but was frustrating for my friend who thinks in very straight lines indeed.

Maybe that's why I'm thinking of Theodore Roethke's poem The Waking this morning.....It sounds like how I feel.

I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I feel my fate in what I cannot fear.
I learn by going where I have to go.

We think by feeling. What is there to know?
I hear my being dance from ear to ear.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.

 

Of those so close beside me, which are you?
God bless the Ground! I shall walk softly there,
And learn by going where I have to go.

 

Light takes the Tree; but who can tell us how?
The lowly worm climbs up a winding stair;
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.

 

Great Nature has another thing to do
To you and me, so take the lively air,
And, lovely, learn by going where to go.

 

This shaking keeps me steady. I should know.
What falls away is always. And is near.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I learn by going where I have to go.

 

 

Life is good.

Be joyful.