When I orient to the ally, when I turn toward, the heart is open for receiving.
If I am on a journey, then it is a journey of steps. One small step, after another.
In turning toward, with the felt sense, and the image-bearing heart — the symbols of meaning emerge. Descending in the imaginal.
Words, images, feeling. In-spiration. We are breathing imaginally.
Then the ideas arrive, the inspirations. For a next step, next steps.
Follow these steps. One after the other. Like beads on a string.
A journey where the destination does not need to be known.
Each step is a goal. A waypoint.
Leading me into a mystery in which I am encompassed and embraced by Love.
Imagining this as a movement, a dance. Each of us following our steps.
Our inspirations. Breath of Life.
Then we move freely, powered by the One, which some call God.
And waking Life moves, with the grace of a dream.