The fear was never that they were doing what they did. The fear was that doing what they did would lead to other unthinkable things – like a gateway drug to addiction; the beginning of a journey with no way back.
Maybe there is no way back – but in moving forward, we can loop
around to where the journey began, and choose a new way. And in that mistake,
choose another. Maybe the journey is through fear with the outcome never quite
being what it should be – but this being a symptom of something much deeper.
Maybe the symptom of never quite arriving points us to
something not present to the eye, touch, smell or heard. Maybe it points to an
underlying world in what could be and should be but will never be until the
great return. Maybe the longing for the great return is what keeps us going,
the chase of the could be and will be. A single line with the worst and best
outcomes above and below, just a fall or jump away – a push or lift away. Or is
the line right where we have been lifted or pushed, and we are right where we should
be?
The parodical son had a way back – did he return from his
journey in the way that he came? The woman at the well had a new start, was her
new point of reference the well or her home? The stone dropped with a mass exit
of religion in freedom to go do what is good, true, right and loved – because
of love.
Isn’t that the way fear works – irreversible consequences –
no way back to the beginning – like a choice turned, or a word lingering too
long to settle; the regret of a line walked, a life lived, a journey travelled.
The journey, the great return, and everything in between.
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