"His compass, whatever it means, means something" <3 What a wonderful line.
I am grateful for this model of loving witnessing you present to us today, Kaitlin. A beautiful reference and inspiration for us all. Blessings for many more years of such attentive curiosity <3
I've always liked the idea that
there was a tool that could
point me in the right direction,
without fail.
I'm not very good at letting myself fail.
Learning to trust my internal compass
instead of looking outward for direction -
reminding myself that
it's okay to get lost,
that maybe there isn't always
a true north to aim for -
has led to me finding myself.
Compass
Maps and tools,
books and rules,
were things I used
to help me
find my way.
Well-worn paths
and charted routes
and tour guides
by my side
didn’t get me
where I wanted to go.
Till I found myself
out in the deep,
no traffic at play,
no signs to point the way,
and the shore
nowhere in sight.
So I listened
to an inner place,
that inner place of knowing,
and although the fears were growing,
I found even the fears
had something to say.
I was not lost.
In fact, I knew
my destination,
and I found my
my compass location
within,
and it led me
to find my way
back home -
to me.
I feel the pain of
Disconnection
In my solar plexus
Sun-shaped braids of
Nerves
Ache with separation
Stretching, searching for
Integration
Back home to True North
Like a compass needle
Finding
Its magnetic field
compass
helps us orient ourselves
which way is north
as we journey
if we are lucky
we have a map
to help us
reach out destination
but sometimes
in life
a compass
will actually hurt us
for it will surely
guide us to
where we want to go
but that doesn't
take us where
we need to go
or help us
learn lessons
for our journey
and a compass
doesn't direct us
to mentors or guides
companions or partners
it doesn't makes us
choose between
the adventurous path
less travelled
or the clearly marked
and crowded
easier path
and in the end
after a prayerfully
long life
we all reach
our destination
home
may we all be
equipped with
a compass
but may we
use it sparingly
On Stranger Things,
There was
A wonky compass.
Sometimes I feel
My compass is
Also wonky.
I think people
Or situations
Are safe.
People
Are tricky,
Myself included.
To trust
Or not to
Trust my compass…
seeking direction
does it tell you where to go
or where you're going
wouldn't hurt to try
getting some clarity here
compass, anyone?
wandering wounded
oh and yes also wounding
perhaps I'll stand still
Compass
.
My heart points me towards the north face of truth,
So I’ll close my eyes
And ask it to guide me.
Thus the journey begins.
.
Why am I looking for all that I’m not
Instead of looking at all that serenades me?
Plain, before my eyes, the path is spelled out;
I will never be able to force what is to be other,
Truth will always live on, fiery forever with me.
.
(Forever’s a few years, and only one more day away,
But I promise I trust you. I do.)
.
Even if you breathe free and deep, and let it go,
You still choose to be right where you want to be.
Where do I want to be?
I look down and see the compass in my hand,
Apple of my eye,
Beating core of the temple.
I look up again and the hall stretches out before me,
Alabaster pillars larger than life shadowing me.
Here, there is certainly greatness.
Yet here, too, I am not smaller than the pillars;
I am the gatekeeper of this endless place.
The architect and builder,
The magician and the master.
Almighty.
.
It’s easy to see that she calls to me,
Beckoning me forward - come hither -
From her throne at the end of the hall,
Willing my steps to soak in her rays.
I wish to bend, to kneel, perhaps even to break;
Instinctively my eyes graze the floor,
Almost pious.
But her magic is strong and it pulls me,
Forward and up, my head raising,
My eyes blazing.
.
“You can come kicking and screaming,”
She says,
“But I’d rather offer you to fly.”
North
South
East
West
Did not have much meaning for me
Until I came to live in the place
Where the streets have no name
Only here, in the place I now call home
Can I tell you
Without hesitation
In which direction lie
The points of the compass
a big ass rock that spins poles magnetic. (oolies from fat mr morton's 6th grade earth science)
a location is all it tells.
it doesn't care, it's just a rock.
true north is more like the path
to your coda.
Don't listen to rocks for that.
Compass
Looking westward across high peaks and alpine meadows,
we take compass and map and make our way,
often on trails, sometimes trekking out across open land.
Confident and assured these tools of geospacial wisdom,
And our humble sense of wonder, would safely guide us.
Ranges of light unfolding their beauty like an epic poem,
A glorious symphony, the laughter of a child.
Sacred moments that never fade from our hearts,
Years go by, and there have been many landscapes to traverse,
trails to follows, bushwacking up rope like hillsides,
rivers to paddle and oceans to cross
full moon to lime beneath and dream,
softy and gently honoring next steps.
We always find our way through these places of fire and ice.
out there our maps and compass shelter us
from the storms of indecision and loss.
It is in here, the spiritscape of the heart,
where we often lose our way.
The terrain of love new and bold, rocky and rugged,
we wander in labyrinths of uncertainty,
afraid to step off the path.
In the depths of our longing, even
the clearest map looks cloudy;
Our compass unable to find true north.
Give me a million acres of wilderness and I will find you.
Through the rolling topography of the heart, I will sing for you.
Each moment of distance a chance to expand,
each particle of loneliness one more sign of the miracle,
quietly unfolding in the silence of our love.
"His compass, whatever it means, means something" <3 What a wonderful line.
I am grateful for this model of loving witnessing you present to us today, Kaitlin. A beautiful reference and inspiration for us all. Blessings for many more years of such attentive curiosity <3
Still trying to get caught up from the last week....
The Compass
The compass can sense the direction and show
North, south, east, or west.
It cannot tell me which direction to go
For that the heart knows best.
Karri Temple Brackett
May 22, 2023
https://themarvelousandthemundane.com/2023/05/22/the-compass/