Once upon a time, a woman (of the many-moons-and-seasons-though-still-a-long-way-from-one-foot-in-the-grave ilk) tarried her moons and seasons in a room whose boundaries she’d been expanding. (Albeit slower than she wanted, so she comforted herself with the fact it was constant.)
One day, startled by a loud crack, she looked over her shoulder. There, opening a door where none had existed before, was the Keeper of the Forest’s Secrets.
The Keeper of the Forest’s Secrets was wise to the ways of the wounded, skittish and uncertain. (Where he saw possibility and potential he opened a door. What came through — if anything — wasn’t up to him. His was to open doors.) Speaking in a quiet, soothing voice he suggested a leap of faith might be in order. With that he respectfully withdrew.
A startling development to be sure. In all her moons and seasons she’d never considered how she’d entered the room. She was there and that was that. (Obviously leaving never occurred to her either.)
The Keeper of the Forest’s Secrets understood a couple things about seeds.
~Given the right conditions (fertile soil and all that), they tend to germinate, take hold and not let go. That leads to roots going deeper for nutrients and sustenance while simultaneously growing up and outward. Such seeds go beyond expanding boundaries of what was/is, since they create boundaries where none existed before.
~Words can be seeds. Plop an idea in a fertile mind and it too can take hold and not let go — even when that grown (matured) thought completely disproves what was once considered a “given” or even “the truth.”
When aiming for the top of a canyon, you won’t know how high you’ll get until you actually make the climb. Even if you don’t make it to the top, you’ll be further up and higher than had you not even begun. Did you leap to the top? No. One step at a time. One foot in front of the other, until you couldn’t take another … at least that day. And weren’t you always the richer for having the experience?
With the image of the canyon in her mind and realizing a Leap of Faith was a more than she had in her at that moment, she thought perhaps a Crawl of Faith would do. (Or even a Peek-Around-The-Corner of Faith.) One way to find out. She reached for the doorknob.
The End. (Or perhaps The Beginning.)
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