satchel…

Once at camp, Me began to gather her few belongings.  They held so many memories.  She could not imagine leaving any of her precious treasures behind.  As she started to fill her modest satchel, Me’s racing heart began to settle and air entered her lungs more freely. The frenzied pace slowed. She turned her attention inward and repeated over and over to herself: just listen…just listen…listen to what is being said inside.  It did not take long.  It was Melody’s earlier words. Do not let this false sensation of safe mediocrity hold you back from discovering what can be. Choose only those items you need as you continue your journey, not simply those items you love.  Freedom will carry your satchel as well as you during times when the journey’s heaviness exhausts you.  Knowing this, you must choose how heavy your satchel will be: for when you are exhausted, Freedom too will feel your exhaustion as he struggles in silence to carry you and those possessions you have chosen to need. Continue reading “satchel…”