As is not unusual, I find myself at a crossroads – that confounded mystical, magical place of decision making where the road NOT taken is as appealing as the one that could be walked. The only certainty is: indecision is afoot. If only there were a nice, friendly talking scarecrow suggesting this-a-way or that-a-way. Alas there is only one of the little birds in my head telling me either path will lead to the same place.
Good thing I’m walking the Labyrinth tonight on the full moon. That oughta clear things up…