When the Road Comes to an End

I was in a town this past weekend where it seemed that way too many roads and streets came to an abrupt end...often without sufficient enough warning for me to make a course-correction. Perhaps if you live in that town, you know all about this state of affairs and you are OK with it. As a visitor, I was more than a little confused.
When a road comes to an end it is, more often than not, confusing, don't you think? And maddening.

Parker Palmer wrote something like, "When Way closes, Way will open." Meaning, I think, that when one road comes to an end, another road will open up...to help you move-on with life. Parker Palmer is an insightful author, and I believe what he says about Way. In my head, I believe it. Not always in the everyday world where my everyday life plays out, do I believe it. Or experience it. Soon enough, at least.

Yeah, well...on this day, early in the morning, it feels like a road is ending...and I'm not all that sure of blazing the trail forward by myself.
Gonna have to get going, and keep my eyes and ears and spirit open to where Way is hiding.

(Don't read more into this post than is intended...life is good...but there are days...you've been there, too. Way is up around the bend, just keep moving forward. Back is hardly ever a good option.)