Use road maps, procedure manuals, text books, the good book, bad books, any books – teachings of teachers, parents, clergy. And experience. Take advice from wise men, wise women, or fools. Take a shovel, take your pick – go chasing gold or iron pyrite, spelunking every nuance of place and people but what good is exploring without your compass?
Compass in your hand cannot distinguish between real and phony, cannot know worthwhile from waste of time. That requires complex examination – of heart, head, hazards and heroics. Knowing where we are going, or where we’ve been, is less important I think than knowing who we are, where we are, and where we are pointed.
Where is your compass pointed?
Some people keep compass in their pack, or in their car – I like to keep mine in my belly.
written / published from Calgary, AB
morning walk: 4C/38F, cloudy/drizzly overnight fading to brilliant blue, Gusta jogging with me (yay ankle!) in the pre-rush hour low hum, a piece of moon still hanging like a road sign in the sky …
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