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My Compass
I see it almost everyday on my kitchen counter, an old, tarnished brass compass found at a local antique shop left idle and unable to give promising directions apart from the objects residing with it in my junk box; however today, the compass speaks to me, almost whispering into my ear, “Where are you going? Can I be of any assistance?”
I pick it up, feeling its smooth casing, and open the lid – a groan escapes from the wear of time. Inside, the bone white background is embossed with four old-world fonts in russet, marking North, South, East, and West, and trembling like a crisp leaf on a twig, the needle vibrates gingerly, pointing to my current direction, east.
I reflect on the concept of an inner compass, some spiritual atlas that gives one drive and direction, something that helps one navigate through life, with its tempting corners of selfish desire and false joys, the dangerous intersections of risk and adventure, and the confusing streets of love.
Some may proclaim religion, family, or a career as their compass, while others who lack such divine maps frequently miscalculate the path to freedom and happiness, are immobilized by unsupported goals, and too often steer blindly down dead-end tracks.
Family and friends are my compass, aiding in piloting me across my mountains of priorities, rivers of adversity, and oceans of opportunities, and so I invite you to ask yourself, “What is your internal compass and where will it take you?”
I pick it up, feeling its smooth casing, and open the lid – a groan escapes from the wear of time. Inside, the bone white background is embossed with four old-world fonts in russet, marking North, South, East, and West, and trembling like a crisp leaf on a twig, the needle vibrates gingerly, pointing to my current direction, east.
I reflect on the concept of an inner compass, some spiritual atlas that gives one drive and direction, something that helps one navigate through life, with its tempting corners of selfish desire and false joys, the dangerous intersections of risk and adventure, and the confusing streets of love.
Some may proclaim religion, family, or a career as their compass, while others who lack such divine maps frequently miscalculate the path to freedom and happiness, are immobilized by unsupported goals, and too often steer blindly down dead-end tracks.
Family and friends are my compass, aiding in piloting me across my mountains of priorities, rivers of adversity, and oceans of opportunities, and so I invite you to ask yourself, “What is your internal compass and where will it take you?”
Tags: compass, life, path, spirituality
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Comment by Michael Solender on July 9, 2009 at 8:11am - cool metaphor the ole compass eh? my answer is easy - my wife and anywhere she wants to go!
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Comment by mal on July 9, 2009 at 2:28am - Erin, this is so thought provoking, love the focus on your life compass , so excellent ...
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Comment by Erin Cole on July 8, 2009 at 8:39pm - Dude - Could we trade?
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Comment by Dude A Bydes on July 8, 2009 at 7:37pm - E.C.- The Dude's compass always points to Mexico...
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Comment by Jodi MacArthur on July 8, 2009 at 4:55pm -
My moral compass?
Jiminy Cricket :)
Good writing, Erin.
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Comment by Tiger on July 8, 2009 at 3:59pm - Really enjoyed this. I like the concept of an inner compass, no matter what it is. I suspect mine is often fooled by false readings.
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Comment by Kathleen Gabriel on July 8, 2009 at 2:35pm - Interesting! I'd hang up the compass by the kitchen clock if I had a cool one like that. Make an even nicer reminder of where you are.
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