We are spirits having a human experience. Often in our humanness we make choices, not wrong, but which get us tied up in knots that divert us from a smoother flowing life experience. When we make choices from fear or well intended advice that we erroneously trust more than we trust our own soul we waste our soul’s precious time on earth: A marriage because Mom thought he was the right man for you. A job that drains your life force, which you accepted because you believed nothing better would come.
The poet Jean Valentine said, “Blessed are they who know that what they now have, they once longed for.” We cast a line like a fisherman and reel ourselves toward the hook. But who is the “I” who cast that line? Was it the voice of fear, of duty that lacks delight, of the concerns of someone else, of a childhood assumption? Blessed are they who know who is the one who casts the line.