Journey Ongoing

Heave it all. Overboard, all the way overboard. I’m sure the basket is heavy. Such is the nature of regret, especially as they accumulate. Don’t worry about the basket material. Poseidon will not seek you out and strike you down. If it will ease your conscience, it is reed-woven and will feed several sea species and who knows an osprey will not appreciate a few strips for building a new home along residential cliff rocks.

There you go, you did it, and the last shove, just push it, and now watch it plummet. Isn’t it interesting that what seems almost as big as you so quickly diminishes to look like a pebble or wadded wet tissue the closer it comes to being swallowed by the ocean?

Now that we’ve got rid of regrets, might as well bring out the basket of Worries. Three! Three baskets of worries? Let us hope they include Expectations. Oops. Yep. Gotta include Expectations in the baskets of worry. Well you don’t need to panic in your scrounging, but we haven’t all day either. You see that distant strip in the tinted bluish green? There is where you will be a new you. We cannot float out here forever. Nor can we – you, me, none of us – you cannot be the new you stepping onto the new world and bring what you were from the world that taught perverted virtues like regret and worry.

Indeed you have several baskets there, full of worries, expectations, and I note a few stray regrets, hey, no biggie. No. I cannot assist. It is for you to do. Your heft, your sweat, your strain, your groan. Imagine the old days when taking trash to the dump, some of those bags – or sacks; sacks, bags, depending on the linguistic influences you grew up in – you couldn’t imagine hefting, lifting, tossing into the bins. But you did it.

Ah! As you just did with the first. As you will do with the second, third… see? Now the final basket of expectations, plus those stray regrets. Oh yes that is a doozy. Makes me grunt just watching. Almost, almost, yes, you’re getting it there, just one more thrust. Now push it over, let it go. Say bye bye.

Oh and look at the sun and see what was a distant strip of a new world is not so distant now. What now? What else? Savor the lightness. Savor every drop.