“We make a lot of detours, but we're always heading for the same destination” ― Paulo Coelho
Lost—Again
The directional app on my phone remains mute, while the road twists and my mind twists with it into lost places I’ve been.
Memories explode bully-style inside my brain synapses, creating panic. No sound, but an arrow on my screen says turn left at the next corner. I remember
the shop with the worn yellow sign. And space in my head and heart opens. I know to move through uncertainty. Celebrate my detours. Consider
the possibility that others hide pain behind strange, sour, surly behavior. May peace be made from pieces, one imperfect turn at a time.
Originally published in For a Better World 2020 reprinted previous blog
