a few days back i clean out the bathroom drawers and come across
a compass tucked deep inside the back of the toothpaste drawer.
i almost pitch it into the garbage with the old samples of shampoo and hotel soap.
but instead i toss it onto the counter, where it sits for most of the day.
later i go in and notice the points of the compass glow in the dark.
i pick it up, turning it and myself around the dark room and notice which way is which.
i decide to place it on the back of the toilet, beside the seashells
and rocks i find and can't seem to part with.
i am surprised how i notice it now. i find myself picking it up and asking
in my mind; in what direction should i head . . . today, tomorrow, next week?
it is a good reminder to be open to what may be, or what is possible.
a tangible cue to step outside that bathroom door with openness and anticipation.