The Road Less Traveled by Dyan Garris
The Road Less Traveled
I’ve lived in Arizona for several years now. There are still places I haven’t been and roads I haven’t driven on. Today I decided to take a new and unknown way home from the place I had gone to. I didn’t use any maps or compasses or GPS or cell phones. I called on faith.
“Aha, you’re a psychic” you say. “You can just tune in and hear your guidance and know you’re going to be just fine” you think to yourself. Well, the point of my exercise was just to take a certain path and see where it went even if I didn’t know where I was going, didn’t know where I was, and didn’t know if the way I was going was going to result in me getting home or getting lost. So I didn’t tune in. I just drove. I was willing to go on the journey no matter where I ended up. It’s the way I’ve lived my life, so why not now?
Some interesting things happened. I had a nice, peaceful drive with my hair blowing in the breeze. There was no traffic whatsoever. Refreshing freedom! I smiled. I breathed. I saw some scenery I’ve not seen before and I saw things from a whole different perspective than the way I am used to seeing them. For example, the road I was on went behind the copper mine and behind the mountains that I usually see from the other side. And then there was this fabulous view from way up high of the inside of the mine. It looked like a turquoise sea.
There were a few points along the winding path when I thought I recognized the name of a cross street. I chose not to turn, but to keep moving forward and just see where I ended up. I told myself I could always turn around and go back if need be. But I didn’t want to do that because I consider myself forward moving energy and to go backward isn’t my style. So onward I drove into the unknown. And I was willing to do that until the road ended, if it did end.
Somewhere along the journey I asked myself how I felt. What was I feeling as I was alone on this unfamiliar road going who knows where? What was going to happen? Was I ever going to get home? Was I scared, was I uncertain, was I panicky? Was I sorry I made the decision to embark on this adventure? A glance at the gas gauge told me I was low on fuel and there wasn’t a thing or a soul in sight. The battery on my phone was dead. I had a fleeting moment of uncertainty. But I kept moving forward.
Then I dialed up my faith with an imaginary phone and we had a good conversation. Faith said that we all get to where we’re supposed to go and be whenever and however we’re supposed to get there. Faith said to enjoy the journey. Faith said to move forward in trust and know that we are never alone and never abandoned, even if it appears otherwise. We are never lost either.
Move forward in faith. Move forward even if you don’t know where you’re going to end up. Just move forward. Have enough faith to go on the journey even if it seems that you don’t know a darn thing about anything and life as you once knew it now has a whole different perspective. Just move forward and when you see faith on the side of the road, pick it up. Sometimes it’s all we have, and guess what? It makes the best traveling companion.
