By Kristen Moeller
“Everyone is just waiting.
Waiting for the fish to bite
or waiting for the wind to fly a kite
or waiting around for Friday night…”
—Dr. Seuss, Oh, The Places You’ll Go!
It has been said the journey within is the most important journey of all. Many of us follow a path, searching for meaning—for something “bigger.“ A lot of us have been doing this for a very long time. We have the skills, we have the know-how; we are wise beyond our years and generous to a fault. We have attended a legion of trainings, workshops and retreats. We have studied with the teachers, masters and gurus. We may even have become a teacher, master or guru ourselves. With this level of dedication, you would think we would be happy.
Mostly we are. Then there is that small, vexing voice that keeps us craving what we don’t have, desiring things to be different, and hoping one day to arrive at some magical destination just the other side of the horizon. We don’t quite let ourselves rest in who we are or where we are. Instead we continue to seek and search. And all the while, we wait.