Psalm for the Intentioned Soul

Move forward blindly. BLINDLY. BLINDLY, in whichever direction feels right. Rest when it feels right to rest. Move when it feels right to move, in the General Direction of where it feels right to go. You need food? Keep walking in your direction until you spot a place to eat. Do not worry about eating, or drinking, or sleeping, or money. Just move towards your singular, clearly defined destination of the hour. And fucking MARVEL at the way in which the journey unfolds. Marvel at it, and bathe in the overwhelming sense of gratitude at every miracle – you will see miracles. And when the going gets ugly, first question your mindset, not your circumstances. Question whether the direction in which you’re going really feels right, in this moment. Then, if things get uglier and the miracles stop, sit down and talk to big brother, to help you understand why. He may have a very good reason for this hardship. It may be wise to allow.

Frequently let go of control when things do get ugly. Do it. “Ok, I thought that this direction felt right, but perhaps I’ll reconsider. I’ll hold my thumb up on either side of the road, and whichever direction it takes me, I’ll go.” The next car that stops to pick you up will tell you which way you’re supposed to go. And a lack of cars may suggest a time to sit, or a time to use your legs – some destinations can only be reached on foot, alone. Picture your dream as the physical destination that it is. EVERY. SINGLE. MOMENT. EVERY SINGLE MOMENT, that’s where you are going. When you see it clearly, you can never be lost.