Sometimes the path is actually the destination. We see a process and hope it will bring us to our desired state, without recognizing that it - the process, that is - may very well be the state meant for us.

I told a friend today that I asked my Wild Unknown tarot deck how I should hold the current space of ambiguity I currently occupy. I pulled the Hermit card, a card, I told him, that appears in a frequent number of readings for me.

Perhaps, he said, that’s the answer about the destination, more so than the process to get there.

Still sitting with that one.

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The invitation What if we take the premise that life is a training ground1? What if that’s the full extent of the premise2? What would that tell us about literally