These are random musings of my life journey, the people, animals, places, and events which have woven, and continue to weave, a tapestry that is me. We all know there is no real destination, only the ongoing experiences which blend together, creating the trail. Each step gives a glimpse of what is to come, without allowing me to see the end result. It is exciting. I have a home base that is mine, that gives me a place to rest. This is it. This is where my heart is, no matter where I journey...................
Tuesday, October 31, 2006
We Are Never Alone
Do you know the legend of the Cherokee Indian youth's
rite of passage? His father takes him into the
forest ... blindfolded ... and leaves him ... alone.
He is required to sit on a stump the whole night ... and
not take off the blindfold until the ray of sun shines
through it. He is all by himself. He cannot cry out
for help to anyone. Once he survives the night ... he is
a MAN. He cannot tell the other boys of this
experience. Each lad must come into his own manhood.
The boy was terrified ... could hear all kinds of
noise ... Beasts were all around him. Maybe even some
human would hurt him. The wind blew the grass and
earth ... and it shook his stump. But he sat
stoically ... never removing the blindfold. It would be
the only way he could be a man.
Finally, after a horrific night..the sun appeared and
he removed his blindfold. It was then that he saw his
father... sitting on the stump next to him ... at watch ...
the entire night.
We are never alone.