So we recently moved and I had the pleasure of unpacking
some things that I haven’t seen in awhile. One of them is an old map of Africa
I bought some years ago. What I love
about it is that in the center of Africa is a place where there is text, the
map is Italian and the text translates thusly. “We don’t really know much about
what is here but if want information, here is an address you can write to them
and ask.” I love that frank admission of what we know and what we don’t know. The unknown unknown. It got me thinking about
the places in the map of ourselves that we don’t know much about. Do you wonder
what’s there or are any unknown lands inside yourself? Maybe you are a
conquered land with no where left to find.
Perhaps its time to set off to find the source of your own Nile or your
own Shangra La.
Your moment of Zen
