Life is strange, is it not? Sometimes we vacillate between one course and another and haven’t a clue what to do. We often cling to the familiar, even when it isn’t working for us. We want to believe that it can work even though the evidence stacks up that it won’t work. We cherish our freedom and yet we also fear it. The devil you know…

And yet life often clarifies issues for us. An event occurs, unexpected perhaps, that throws the cat amongst the pigeons. We are beckoned once more to the cauldron of unknowing. Yet again we return to the cooking pot, where ingredients meld and, in time, something new will emerge.

And so we stay alive. Nature abhors a vacuum. We may be sad to move on from the familiar but often the familiar is killing us. We are bigger than the familiar. Let us dare to trust in ourselves. To step, anew, into the dark. To take the risk of some pain now in order to be true to ourselves and to be free.

Life is short. Shorter than we could imagine. We were not born to spend out lives in unsatisfying situations. The babe may fear to leave the womb but in the end if he or she does not, life cannot unfold with all its colour and the delight of what will be.