I catch my self riding the waves of the next best thing or idea; I forget that waves crash and the it is the deep currents that have the true staying power. I also get caught up wading in the shallows, fearful of the dark that holds the deep currents that are always calling me to ‘go deeper still.’ I also experience being in the whirlpools. What others do and think and say can quickly suck me into the vortex. I am so busy riding waves, wading in the shallows or swirling in whirlpools that I become lost. More than lost, I am in danger of disconnecting from my soul; that part of me that can only be accessed from the depths of my being.
When I am lost this way I know I must re-find my soul, my sustaining spirit. I know I must leave the waves, the shallows, the whirlpools and dive into the depths. Here, in the solitude I am able to renew so I can reenter refreshed and reinvigorated.
Another option I have is to go, not into the depths, but into the desert, to enter into the wilderness. To be still. To reconnect with the divine within. To listen for the whisper of the spirit that guides and sustains me. It is hard for me to hear the soft whisper when I am distracted by all of the noise, my noise, and when I am distracted by all of my ‘doings,’ my busyness.