Recently Sally Schneider posted at Improvised Life about not knowing. She asks the question, “Can you hang with not knowing.”
I understand not knowing. Not knowing the MRI results, the outcome of an operation, whether an organization will turn around in time, whether our favorite oak tree will succumb to the Bacterial Leaf Drop… the list goes on.
I wrote this poem a year ago. It is as true today as it was then. However, there is a difference. I’m listening a little harder, trusting a little more, and importantly, more at peace with just “the next step.”
How’s It Going?
“I don’t know”
Not a satisfying response
Most prefer a polite lie,
Definitely more certainty.
But the small voice
of wisdom won’t
be ordered about,
has its own timing.
So when the veils
haven’t yet parted,
how do you
walk through life?
The sun rises and sets
Baby birds hatch
Trees lose their leaves.
Life in its rhythm.
Surely you too are part
of life’s flow, as important
as the field mouse,
the fallen bird.
What’s left but
noticing what calls you.
Trusting you’re guided
Always the next step.
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that brings me into the now. The feeling that, when present, shows everything as beautiful. The feeling that if I try to grab on, to understand, it goes away.
