“You Gotta Focus” The phrase echoed from so many sources it felt like I was in the Harmonic Center of a thousand converging megaphones… Deafened by the reverberation of the deceptively obvious and paralyzed by what that might mean, I let absolutely everything fall away…
Blessed Silence.
Days passed without a blip on the sonar. Weeks. Things would come up and then fall apart. Everything seemed to be built of sand and the wind and rain were torrential…
Then a whisper. A trusted and supportive benefactor… Uttered just once and then gone as quickly as a light breeze on a hot summer’s day: “Focus”.
And I could… Because I now knew who I was and the incessant banter of who “I should be” or what “I should do” no longer penetrated or rocked my essence. I was my own Lighthouse in the storm, no longer the dingy.
Where is your Hearth and Safe Harbor?
