‘I don’t know…’
I had a flashback then, Boo in her car seat with a pink plastic sippy cup in the cup holder. ‘I want my bear,’ Boo said, pointing to the stuffed animal on the ground. It had tumbled out of the Explorer onto the driveway when we’d opened the door.
I should have turned back then. Should have stopped everything and seen it as a sign to halt. Stop. Don’t let them go.
‘Get it,’ Boo said, like a demanding little dictator. As always I relented and picked it up, handed it to her, and kissed her on her cheek.
‘I love you, Daddy,’ she’d said, beaming.
The woman in the desert looked at me and waited for my thoughts to leave. ‘Jonathan, none of us knows anything. We think we know, then we don’t. The universe has a way of intervening. Of changing you. In the end, you don’t know what you’re seeking, and you don’t know what you’ll find.’
I shook my head, baffled.
‘But it’s all irrelevant anyway,’ she said. ‘Because it doesn’t matter what you seek or what you find. What matters is that you allow your compass to guide you, and let your gifts and knowledge rise to the surface so you can live out your life’s purpose.’ She thought for a moment. ‘It’s worth the journey.’
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