My inquisitive heart has been tugging at me to move in a new direction I cannot yet see. This is a reflection about what is going on inside as I search for it.
NOT A PLACEIt is not a future place I long to find identified by GPS coordinates located by technical touch from options on a map already travelled. This is the source of my confusion to believe my current longing is for a path already there to a place already discovered. And this is my fear to believe it is not so but rather a path yet to create to a place yet to be discovered. My memories try to comfort me by luring me to re-follow trails of past joys though overgrown with age. They are ready, these memories, to assist my answering but I have not yet asked the new question. So remembrances flood my mind with fragments seeking to create a new form, but, having no direction for a shape, I am left to witness messes of mind rather than the comfort of creativity. Let this be my realization: to dare to ask a question I have yet to create thankful for memories ready to guide the answer. © Betty Luceigh, 2012