Forks....

I find myself standing on a dirt road with Still Waters my native american protector guide. It is quiet and still. The road is flat and there are corn fields on each side of it that have been harvested so the stalks are broken and dry and close to the ground. We are standing at what looks to be a crossroad. One road going off to the left and one road going off to the right. I am wondering why he has brought me here. He is wearing his usual white tee shirt and jeans and his hair is loose. If he had been in full dress I would be worried...

"I suspect there is a reason why you've brought me here?"

"There are always reasons for my visitations, are there not?"

We smile at one another. "Ok, so what gives?" I ask

"Before you are born you are given tasks to complete and things to accomplish. These are chosen by you before you enter the womb. At some point in your life you have to stop at such a juncture and make a decision. You ask yourself "how should I continue?" Should I take the road to the left? Or the road to the right? Or should I just stand still. Most times your fear of the unknown keeps you from making the decision that needs to be made."

"Yes, I see that but why are you bringing this up?"

"Let me finish.....I am here to tell you that there is no judgement in which road you take. There is no "right" road. There are only roads. Each road leads you to where you need to be. In the end, it won't matter how you got there but that you're there. And all roads lead to home."

I look at him with a question in my eyes....

"Your road is forking......don't worry. The road you choose will always lead you home."

For me the word "home" always carries with it great emotion. I have longed to be "home" all my life. Home being the place of source.

A tear trickles down my cheek and Still Waters wipes it away for me.

"No worries my child....I'm here...."