Day Thirty-Five

"Where is that Promised Land?" I whine...so impatient...geez...

I've been a slave recently. Wondering why we're wandering so much, are we ever going to get there? My feet hurt.

Yesterday I was talking to a friend and saying "I feel as if the body is willing, the heart is ready, but I'm still waiting for instructions. And that's the hard place for me, waiting and going on blind faith." But then I remembered a few weeks (days?) ago I was feeling so good because I could see beyond the little strings of my tapestry and see the beautiful pattern it was making. And I said: "Man, I must be impatient because just the other day I was writing about how it was all making sense. I want a sign every day!" And she laughed in recognition.

In my personal journey, I keep waiting to know What To Do (re. work/career) and I feel as if I am sitting around and the message is "We are experiencing a large volume of calls. Please continue to hold." This must be how the slaves felt sometimes during their 40 years of wandering around. What to do? Chop wood, carry water right? Practice, practice, practice. Feed the animals, make food, be nice. Sigh...