the 'ROUNDABOUT way

Ever since my brain bleed in 2001 and the neurological (especially visual/perceptual) challenges, round-a-bouts in roads and I have had a love-hate kind of friendship.
It’s like extra loud music, fast moving parts in a super-hero movie, like Spiderman, or large crowds for an extended period of time.  I get woozy! REEALLY WOOZY! (No comments from the peanut gallery that I was ALREADY that way!)
But each time I go through a round-a-bout, it gets me thinking:
We all have up hill climbs that push our muscles to burn at times.
We all have had to walk through places of waste or want.
But eventually we get to the mountain heights, or valleys cool with moss laden paths.
And more than likely, we have not walked alone.
Friends, family, circles, tribes, whatever we choose to call them, when we face our “woozy times” the One or ones are there to help guide us, as we bounce back and forth, to and fro, trying to find our way, until we find that place of rest, of relinquishing, of peace.
YOU don’t always have to know the way…..you just need to be willing to walk, one foot in front of the other.
So take the next step forward.
The world is waiting for your special gift, filled with passion – woozy or in a round-a-bout way.