back beacon

the fog horn sounds and the ship steers true.  the lighthouse beacon shines and the navigator veers on path.  i call my youngest daughter’s name and she comes running.

we are all being called…all the time.  every single moment of our life is directional.  even when we are aimless we are going in some direction.  we are called and we are responding.

the homing pigeon always knows where to fly.  movies and tales of adventure are told of animals that find their way home across many miles.  ’the brave little toaster’ is a story that set my oldest son on a course and he has followed since.  my oldest daughter is constantly called to both create expression and to find the trusted soul she can walk with hand in hand.

the sensation of our beacon is unique to ourselves.  parallel journeys signal similar missions but none are the exact same.

be it a signal, a beacon, a homing, a direction…we move.