On considering the composition of myself, as I find myself today, I see my wardrobe has become outdated and ill-fitting. Past decisions are now poorly suited for what I have to do. As I fashion my new image the materials I have to work with are present by the choices I have already made. These choices can not be discarded and I am charged to create, to make the choice that suits me best. The old clothes are baggy and fitted with pockets, excuses or permission to get to it later. What I find in my pockets would own me and it, or they, fashion the cloth I find in my wardrobe. I find that the old clothes are baggy in order to accommodate my collection of spirit and that collection of spirit wants to maintain the home my wardrobe has become. As I dress myself for the day these work to fashion myself as I had been. On considering the spirits that would clothe me I discover that the choice I make creates a path that leads away from them and it is a new landscape that becomes my clothes. I come to see that the cloth I created was unnecessary and that providence alone suits me best.
The time to choose is constant and my improved choice allows the spirits I allowed to craft my poor wardrobe to carry it off, along with themselves, into the void of darkness. This creates a buoyancy and I begin to draw in light. In this light spirits of a different nature are found and I find that the clothes I chose are not needed. I have nothing to hide or cover up. There is nothing to be protected from. To be in this community, to find myself this way, I am only asked to choose. When I choose the clothes for which I have no need the choice creates a place. A place such a wardrobe is needed for. When I choose to let that go I find myself in the place I am created for and a part of the community known to all who travel there.
Michael, The Mystic Tourist ©2012