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Life offers moments when our primary ancientrail seems to run out, fade off into a meadow surrounded by a forest or stopping at a rocky cliff, leading into the dark waters of a great lake. \u00a0Entry into the third phase is such\u00a0a signal \u00a0moment.<\/p>\n
The paths of education, family and career no longer extend into the distance, rather they can be seen now from trail’s end, a looking back at how knowledge came, how the children grew, the winding journey careered until it no longer mattered.<\/p>\n
Ahead is a dark forest, or a sheer wall of Ely greenstone, a watery path like the one in Anthony Machado’s Pathmaker, “…there is no path, only the wake on the sea.” \u00a0No wonder then that the third phase can force relationships to alter, to find new footing. \u00a0Nor is it a mystery that the kind of doggedness and ambition so characteristic of life’s first and second phases turns into a short sword for hara kiri. \u00a0This time insists on, no, demands a new ancientrail and the trail head \u00a0lies hidden behind rock or fire or under water or deep in an unknown forest.<\/p>\n
How can we proceed? \u00a0This is a time for stillness. \u00a0For quiet listening. \u00a0To the Thou with whom you walk in your inner garden and the Thou with whom you walk in your outer life. \u00a0This is a time for adventure. \u00a0Risk taking.<\/p>\n
This might be a fairy tale where a magic doors opens right into the heart of the rock. \u00a0Or a mermaid awaits to guide you under the lake. \u00a0Perhaps a Vergil will find you in the dark wood wandering and take your hand. \u00a0This is no time to be shy about learning from the other, the Thou; this is no time to be shy about opening your mind beyond what seems obvious, like the imperviousness of rock.<\/p>\n
Look for the faint letters written in Elvish, which you find you can speak. \u00a0As you say them a door appears. \u00a0Don’t waste time on how or why, just walk through the door and close it behind you. \u00a0Away you go.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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