Curiosity

Another writing prompt from my class (Week 4 of The Spiral Way: Celtic Spirituality and the Creative Imagination at abbeyofthearts.com) was: “What is your inner source of orientation? What is your inner compass?”

So I begin to wonder….Is it to face east toward Maine? The forest? The lake? The trees? What is my inner compass?? It makes me think of my mom’s book The Gull is my Divining Rod. To the sunrise? To the laughter?

Hmmm. What guides me?

To be honest,
curiosity points the way.
I follow until
the road gets tough
then I ache to
turn back.
Who wins? Comfort or curiosity?
On a cold day, maybe comfort.
When I have the energy, maybe curiosity.

So, is curiosity my inner compass?
Sounds dangerous but true.
Sometimes I wish for
something more noble
like wisdom
or faith
or even courage.

Truthfully, I am a shy adventurer.
Always on the lookout
for another shy adventurer
to explore with.
Someone whose courage
I can borrow, or whose
wisdom I can follow
and whose faith will
keep us on the path.

Being shy makes
companioning difficult.
Needing alone time, quiet,
solitude, but friendship too.
The paradox, the balancing
of the paradox.

Maybe someday I’ll have the
wisdom, courage, and faith
to explore on my own.
Maybe someday I’ll trust that
the companions are
already waiting for me
just up the road a bit.

Maybe someday I’ll take
that one step that
leads to the rest
of my life.

Today, it seems, I’ll just
write about
the dream of it all.

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