“Come, come whoever you are, though you’ve broken your vow a hundred times, come again.” Rumi
My journey is full of missteps and sometimes out of pure exhaustion, there are no steps at all. But I come back, to start again as if I this next time I will make it to the end. Sometimes I really don’t want to; I doubt myself and the point even behind my efforts. There is a constant invitation to come; the door is never closed and there is no judgment given on the quality of my walk. I am accepted as I am, even when I fail to believe, even when I judge myself…the invitation is always there, patiently waiting for my response.