Some journeys aren’t meant to be on the road and I’ve been on one in my head lately. Working through some things; seeing truth in others. I am amazed at how we see things dimly, most times, with the bravado of certainy, but, really, truly, things aren’t always as certain as they seem.
Coming home from a quick trip to Chicago this weekend, I finally erased the 85 podcasts that I didn’t have room to download on my phone. It hurt me to do that with so much wisdom waiting to be gleaned. They’ve been there months and months, but the “stress” of seeing that “85” every time I looked down and the realization that the freedom from thinking I was backed up on podcast listening was more needed than whatever wisdom might be there, so gone they were. I did find it interesting though that one podcast that I erased stayed in my phone and started playing when I got in the car. I just let it roll, thinking it surely must have had wisdom I needed in this hour. And it was filled with it. The chief thing I think I needed to hear was “people weren’t the problem. (Thanks Kris Valloton.) I have been chewing on that. I mean, I knew it, but it’s sunk deep now and opened a door of thought I needed to go through.
I am more at peace after that trip. Amazing what a good piece of cheesecake, some quilt fabric shopping and some time out of circumstances alone will do. That and the wisdom gleaned from hours of podcasts and the ability to put some space between life’s circumstances and my response to them. Journeys are a gift – both those in the world and those in the mind.