The Compass

I couldn’t agree with this more. Great post.


how-to-find-direction-in-life“You must give everything to make your life as beautiful as the dreams that dance in your imagination.” ― Roman Payne

Everyone needs a direction in life, a call to action. This makes us move through our lives with a sense of purpose, a reason for being. Without this calling, this otherworldly “thing” that sleeps within us, we travel aimlessly about, wandering.

This is the sphere of direction.

Often we lose our direction. Our feet slip from the path. We become distracted by the clutter of our mind and the noise of the world. Our purpose becomes lost, and in this we also lose ourselves.

This happens to us all at some point. But our direction, our purpose, always lives within us. It never leaves us, though it may elude us for a while. This is the gift we are born with. It is ours to find, and then give…

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Writer’s Quote Wednesday – Madeleine L’Engle

This was the very first Sci-Fi author I ever read and will always hold a special place in my heart.

from the sticks to the bricks and back again

It is school vacation week in Massachusetts so I am getting to spend plenty of time with children in our extended family this week.  Given that my nieces and nephews are buzzing around me as I try to pick out a quote to share today, this quote by Madeline L’Engle jumps off the page at me.

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He touched her picture once through his fatigue shirt pocket as he finished checking his gear, the plane’s engines lulling him into a state not quite sleepy, but not quite alert either. The last order of business was the freshly oiled and loaded Thompson that he unslung from his shoulder. He gave the weapon a once over before replacing it around his neck. His .45 automatic side arm was safely ensconced in a left belt holster. It was dark outside the Skytrain’s windows, the people below using their blackout curtains to their full effect.

The craggy and scarred face of his platoon sergeant broke through his reverie. “Five minutes to Drop Zone, LT.”

He nodded, standing up as tall as he could in the cabin. He swallowed hard, clearing his throat to get attention. “Troops, listen up. We have a job to do so let’s get it done. The sooner we finish, the sooner we go home.” The overhead lights blinked once, then twice. “On your feet.”

He gave his parachute one final check as his sergeant opened the plane’s door. A whistling wind entered the cabin, teasing them with promises of glorious victory…or agonizing defeat. He stepped forward and placed his hands on both sides of the doorway and took a deep breath. Now or never, Virgil, he thought.

He pushed himself through the doorway and into the black.