The Ants Go Marching

Writing is both mask and unveiling. ~E.B. White

“I’d like a sign.”  I said to Spirit as I sat on the ground in my sacred circle.  “What do you want me to focus on?”

I had awakened in a fog.  The clarity of the day before was gone.  How did that happen?  I had turned round to all four directions and felt nothing.  My guides were there, but I was not receiving.  My mind was shut down.  I was tired and sullen.

I had resigned myself to sit until I gained clarity again.  Sitting on the ground my head in my hands I found myself watching an ant.  I became mesmerized as it climbed up and down the grass blades.  In order to get where it wanted to go it was taking a long, arduous path.  I watched and thought nothing of what it might mean for me.

Feeling let down by Spirit I turned to slip my feet into my moccasins to return to the house.  An ant was in one of my shoes so I carefully coaxed it onto the ground.

I paused again to wait for a sign.  Brushing an ant off of my foot I contemplated the meaning of ant.

“Oh…right.  Ant…a sign.”

Ants are great workers.  They work cooperatively for the good of the whole.  They are industrious and do not loose their focus…

“Nah.  That can’t be my sign for today.”  I got up and went into the house.

Just for a moment I thought about working on my book, then I stepped past a few more ants and decided to take a drive.

Up one blade of grass and down another.  We choose the long and winding roads sometimes.  Sometimes for good reasons.

I enjoyed the drive.  And that was reason enough for me.  Eventually we all come round to doing what we really need to do.  Eventually…someday…maybe tomorrow.

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