As I started my nightly walk this evening, a nagging desire to come up with a new post bedeviled me. What to think about? What to write about? Could I apply myself and distill some essence of wisdom to share?
Stride and stride and stride went past, squares of sidewalk under my tennis shoes, the bow of the yellow moon hovering glowful above the treetops. Despite having mulled the subject for only a few minutes, I felt utterly lacking in inspiration.
And then I rebelled against my hunger to be inspired. I thought, "Just walk. It's ridiculous to try to force something that's not there. You don't have to be wise -- just be."
I felt much better immediately. But more to the point, I had not taken another five steps when the following hit me, unbidden and uncoerced:
Wisdom will come, or it won't. There's no point in stretching, seeking, reaching, searching for it, because wisdom is not a goal.
It is a consequence.
So there it is. If you must seek, then seek to have the right kinds of experiences. Learning will follow in due course.
Thank you, goddess of love, for the patience to just be.