For as long as I can remember, I have wanted to be able to know how things turn out.  What happens next, Who done it, How will it end.  By the plethora of fortune tellers in the yellow pages we might assume that my worry wort mind is not alone in its desire to see beyond the Verizon.  Indeed each culture has its own brand of answerman.  Shamans, seers, psychic, mediums, clairvoyant, wizards, witches or prophet.  Whether they use a crystal ball, tarot card, i ching or the bible there is someone willing to tell you the answers you are looking for … for a price.  Because wisdom accepts paypal.

The industry thrives because it serves a purpose.  To tell the future?  No.  Because the future is the ultimate unknowable.  The purpose is to quiet the mind, at all cost, even for just a blink of an eye of newt.  And that is what we are seeking when we ask what is around the curve in the road up ahead.  We want to make peace with a mind that is feeling unsettled.  We want to KNOW what will happen so we can — prepare, avoid, tackle, relax, or otherwise execute the right next step so that we can float in our happy bubble a little while longer.

I want to know answers even though I know better.  I am aware of my own tendency to believe the  conditioned stories of the egoic mind.  Some version of .. I like to hear my self talk.  But I also see that there is simply no knowing that can be had that will satisfy the monkey mind.  It will forever swing from one branch to the next, perilously high above the ground without a net (without reason).

The more time I spend up in the tops of the trees the less opportunity I have to feel my roots (grounded).  The less I am apt to really see what is all around me in this moment instead of trying to imagine what the next moment might look like.

What if there isn’t a highway paved of gold at the end of our journey?  What if this dance is all about enjoying each step we take, every note that we hear and being fully present to the melody of Life as we trust the DJ has got us falling in Love.