Life’s earthquakes. Anxiety probes. Thought’s questions. Emotional winds.
I launch myself at the internet, books, elders in my life, seeking wisdom. I take in the philosophies of others, the results of their trial and error, the pillars of who they think they are or who they’ve learned they’re not. Often it overwhelms me, sometimes calms me, but rarely deeply quells any internal discord.
In stiller moments, not always but more frequently found, after a night of uninterrupted sleep, eating light and well, staying mostly sober of all kinds, I hear inner wisdom. It is the wisdom of where I am now. It speaks the language I digest because of who I am now. I extract nourishment.
Why do I leave the sage within to last resort? Why do I prance about and into any open door on Main Street? Wisdom comes from the depths, the echoing caverns of my soul – the same place from which the questions, anxiety, thoughts, and emotions spring. They are not my enemy, but how often do I treat them so.