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Saturday, January 13, 2007

Move On

It’s hard to know which direction to turn, when right where you are feels so good. North, south, east, west - any choice will bring change, but right here is sweet and green and cushy. Comfortable and safe but something else keeps beckoning, a call to be more. Sometimes it feels like a restlessness, or a need to be quiet and still. Other times there is clarity of purpose, a need to take a class, pursue a particular passion. Regardless of how it manifests itself, it always does. Do we heed the call, take the risk? Or do we hush it, and stay nestled in our safe cocoon? Maybe we sit tight for now, tend the garden we can see, but the call will rise up again. When it does, choose. Strike out in one direction. Put one foot in front of the other, again and again. Leave a little trail of bread crumbs to follow back home if you must, but choose. Keep breathing and move.

“...Stop worrying where you’re going -
Move on.
If you can know where you’re going,
You’ve gone.
Just keep moving on.

I chose and my world was shaken -
So what?
The choice may have been mistaken,
The choosing was not.
You have to move on...”


“Move On”
from Sunday In The Park With George
a musical by Stephen Sondheim

1 comment:

poetmama said...

Wow. This post speaks to me in a way that I cannot really put into words. I feel that I have been in that "sweet and green and cushy." spot for several years and I hope and feel that this year will bring me clarity and courage to "move on." Thanks for sharing such great words.