The Journey

Transformation is a journey, not a destination. Or so I’ve been told many times in my life. I was introduced to the work of transformation in my mid-30s and I can indeed say that yes … Transformation is definitely a journey. Whenever I feel like I’ve hit my stride or have reached a stopping point I know it’s time to reawaken my learning, whether it’s spiritual, physical, mental, or emotional. It was during one of these emotional “growth spurts” I attended a three-day, experiential training called Accelerate and challenged to creatively get out of my comfort zone. This is when I dove into my love of poetry writing and created the conversation between myself and The Journey.

The Journey began when I wasn’t looking,
It started right under my nose.
I ran and ran, I tried to catch up.
Yet it stayed just out of reach.

I ran and ran again, I fell and scraped my knee,
I got back up with tears in my eye.
“I can’t!” I cried. “It’s too far!”
But The Journey said, “Keep going.”

At 6, I rode my bike and tried to catch up
But tumbled and fell off.
“I can’t,” I exclaimed. “It’s too hard!”
But The Journey said, “Keep going.”

At 16, I drove for the first time and it was in my sights.
But my old Jeep couldn’t keep up.
“I can’t,” I whined. “It’s too much.”
But The Journey said, “Keep going.”

In my 20’s, I worked and toiled
The Journey a distant memory.
“I can’t,” I scoffed “I’m too busy.”
But The  Journey called, “Keep going.”

At 40, I married and built my family
My kids seeing The Journey before them.
“I can’t,” I said. “I’m too old.”
But The Journey said, “Keep going.”

I’m 98 and just about done on Earth,
The Journey came to see me.
“What can I do?” I asked. “Where can I go?”
The Journey said, “Keep Going.”

I have times of rest and I have times of adventure, times of fun, and times of work; I have times of travel and times at home. And the Journey continues to say to me … Keep Going.