One of the teachings my mentor had instilled in me is how important it is to find our tribe, our people. No one should have to move through this life on their own. This is why we are always scanning for people who might be a friend to us.
A well-versed drum ensemble in traditional cultures has a lead drummer. The cool thing is that when we find a sense of belonging, each of us is the lead drummer of our metaphorical drum circle. So, lead on.
Only Forward Movement
At times along the path, I was tempted to turn back. Either the way ahead seemed too challenging or I just could not tell which way to go. The way I'd come from would seem safer in these times. But that's another trick the mind plays.
If life is to be about movement, it must be forward. And so, off I'd go.
Saying, let's go there “again” is just fooling ourselves. We're human, so the one guarantee is that we are always changing. We're changing so much that the places we once were will no longer look, feel, or affect us the same as when we were there before. Backtracking is not really about getting somewhere. It's about giving up.
When my mentor left me, they were not returning to where they had come from. Oh, no: they were no fool. They were headed somewhere quite new as they always did. My mentor was always seeking bliss. Sometimes, they'd even find it.
As I rounded the last corner in my pure movement journey, I began to hear melodies in my head. Then, I heard harmonies. These became whole orchestras of cascading counterpoint.
Eventually, sure enough, I saw up ahead the little village my mentor had described to me. At the time, it did not look “little” to me. What I saw was the biggest small village ever! And every person I could see seemed so happy to see me — as if they had already heard my story.
Journey to Joy
Instead, they asked me to tell it. They had created a huge bonfire and we sat around it. When I neared the end of my story, I became curious and began to ask them about their stories. My own telling trickled off into nothing as I asked about their lives and loves.
We ended the night with a jam session around the fire. Some people had instruments. A few pounded on logs and everyone sang. Our voices carried up into the treetops and the wind took those sounds to other sojourners who needed inspiration. It was a moving culmination of a journey to joy.
Of course we danced. The final movement in this sojourn was filled with dancing.