Broken Compass (Be Still and Know...)
"ALL WHO WANDER ARE NOT LOST" That's always been me. I love to wander. What's over there? Where does that road go? What would happen if I went left? Some "detours" have been super fun. Big adventure. New and exciting. Shits and giggles. Other times those roads were NO BUENO!!!! Dark, dangerous, unsafe, scary. It didn't matter that I sensed I should not venture that way. It didn't matter (much) that the boogey man did indeed get me down some of those roads. It wasn't my biggest concern. No matter how long or where I wandered. I was good. I didn't know it clearly until recently, but I always had a working compass. I always knew where "North" was. North was Mommy. North was Exit 137 on the Parkway. North was my favorite kitchen stool by the wall telephone. (I remember being disoriented when I came home one day and the stools were gone. My mind was blown!! For a bucketload of reasons, that particular corner was the safest place