Saw this combination of signage on the street corner and had to laugh. Can I not get there from here? As the song goes, ” Sign, sign, everywhere a sign blocking out the scenery, breaking my mind. Do this, don’t do that, can’t you read the sign?”
There are signs everywhere. The trick is deciding which path is ours. How do we know which to ignore and which to follow, when to buck the crowd and when to toe the line? I’m actually grateful for signs, because they help us get our bearings and make choices when we’re lost. Once we’re under way again, most signs lose their power because they can’t tell us anything other than a direction. Does this path resonate with us? Is there heart in the journey? That’s when we look beyond the signs to the path itself. Be grateful for signs, but be willing to leave that gratitude behind when the path no longer serves. Go ahead; tun right toward the flea market. There’s more than one way.