My niece's post today reminds me that I'm not the only unfortunate soul who seems destined to live the journey of Odysseus. All we want is to get home to our beloved, to live a life of peace and joy, to sing and dance and feel the softness of a good night sleep upon our back. . . . but the winds of change just keep blowing us further and further off course. I have lived this journey. . . .
still live this journey. . . .although I have come to embrace the way of Odysseus.
My niece, however, well. . . .she's still fighting the winds of fate, resisting the change they most certainly will blow through her life. It's not the journey I would wish upon anyone, especially my beloved niece. And I so very much wish I could make her passage easier, but it is apparently her journey to bear. . . .a hard journey, indeed.
So, hold on tight Maygan, and enjoy the journey for what it is. . . .even if it's not the journey you would like it to be. . . .
