The writer operates at a peculiar crossroads where time and place and eternity somehow meet. His problem is to find that location.
I stand at the crossroads. Funny, how I never seem to go too far past. Perhaps I like bargains too much. Long ago I made a bargain to explore as many different paths as I could. The way that works out is that I choose a direction and I start moving. I scope out the terrain whether it be physical, mental, emotional or spiritual in nature as I move. I talk to people walking in the same direction and learn what I can from them. I see as far ahead as I can, curious as to where the road will take me. I start getting a concept in mind and before I know it I am back again at that omnidirectional crossway. I may be a bit more knowledgeable and a bit more bruised but the experience has been gained. In the crossroads it may be quieter yet the possibilities are endless. Soon a path will call me. I’ll dust off my backpack and set off on a new adventure. How long does this take? It depends as the duration is one of understanding more than it is one of time. Thus I remain a spiritual vagabond.
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