Finding our path. Sometimes its clear. Like the parting of clouds allowing the rays of sun to spotlight a destined path for us so we have no further task than letting our feet take us in that direction. Other times its like the murky waters of a puddle. We don’t even have a clear vision of ourselves or recognize the place we are currently standing in because our reflection is distorted in the ripples on the surface of the murky pond. It leaves us with no clear direction in which to turn. You must first wait for the surface to clear so you can clearly see yourself and recognize your surroundings before you can make sense of the paths before you.

This is where you find me. At a crossroads in the paths before me. I stand here waiting. Watching the skies for the telltale sign of a parting in the clouds. It’s a slow process but I can see some movement in the clouds.