voices

just imagine:

you are travelling along your path, minding your own business, when you realize you hear a voice in the distance, calling your name.  actually, how distant is it really?  you can't quite tell.  in fact, you can't even tell which direction the voice is coming from.  come to think of it, you're not even sure how long you've been hearing it.  perhaps always.  it is faint, but insistent.  urgent, even.  the harder you listen, the more you can hear it.  oh!  it sounds like it's coming from your right, slightly behind you.  but then again, maybe not.  maybe it's actually travelling from your due left.  or . . . hmm.  if only you could take a moment to decipher, but things keep calling your attention away.   good things, bad things, people, obligations, commitments.  you've been carrying them around with you, lovingly catering to their needs and demands, but now their grabbing tendrils and outspoken voices are interrupting.  argh!!! you can hear the Voice, hear your name in its beautiful, ethereal, wild refrains.  but it travels with the wind, leaving no trail for you to track down.  other passersby--you see them listening and following.  all scattering in all directions, but with certainty.  you begin to panic because you know that whatever it's calling you to do is obviously so much more important than any of the things in your pack, but you can't locate it.

then you hear it change.  it speaks calmly, words that sound soothing.  you think you can maybe make them out, but you're not quite sure.  then it comes to you.

"Don't worry.  I will show you."

what??  show you what!?!  but the wind is picking up and the words slur together.  what now???

you sigh deeply and continue on your way, the only way you know.  but you keep your ears and eyes wide open, holding on fast to the one thing the Voice has assured you.