Since I was a girl, I have loved to find my own way through the natural world. Getting lost. Finding animal paths. Tracking them. I find letting myself get lost in the woods or desert strengthens the part of me that knows… the way. I grow my inner voice by forcing it to speak. Trusting it with helping me find the way out, the way home. The more I trust it, the stronger it gets. And finally when I am facing a difficult decision, I can hear my inner voice. Loud enough to be heard among all the shouters out there. Those clamoring for my attention. Who want to believe that they know the way for me…
Only I know that way…