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I have always loved the ferries that serve as transportation here in the beautiful Pacific Northwest. For a girl from the landlocked midwest, the idea that you would take a boat to work or on a weekend trip was new and wonderful and exciting to me.

I have had a tough week. Life is such an unusual thing. Just the fact that we live and that we eventually die is a miracle of sorts. Or maybe, just the opposite of a miracle. One thing is sure that life is unpredictable and can be confusing and hard to understand.  

I remember when my Grandfather from Nebraska passed away. He had terrible cancer that was eating out his insides. He had a successful life by society's standards: a lovely house, a big family, a thriving business, an active member of the Catholic Church. He was in the Navy during WWII and very proud of the fact. But the last time I saw him alive, he told me that "all I ever wanted to do was retire, get a little fishing boat and spend my days on the water." He was 80 something but passed away before that happened.

Truly living life is rejecting the ideas that society exposes about the achievements of a happy, well-lived life. And I do believe that if you have lived the "perfect" life and strove toward meeting the expectations that the outside world places on you, you might also leave this life with an empty hole in your soul.  

This is the constant battle of this world where there are too many distractions.

I picture my soul (or God) as a non-gender specific person swinging on a little hammock in my heart. Life goes much better for me when I choose to sit and listen to this voice. It never tells me to conform to society, spend my day at the mall, watch Fox News on the TV, and buy more for myself, so I have less to give to others.  

Listen to the voice in your soul; listen to the direction that it tells you to go in. And then go that way. Before the last ferry leaves.