the journeyman

“You can’t cross the sea merely by standing and staring at the water.”
Rabindranath Tagore

A journey is a person in itself; no two are alike. And all plans, safeguards, policing, and coercion are fruitless. We find that after years of struggle that we do not take a trip; a trip takes us.
John Steinbeck

(looking out at a stormy day / Henderson State Park / Julie Cook / 2015)

No journey is completely joy filled
No trip is 100% carefree
No life lived fully is exempt from sorrow, alienation, frustration, tears, or storms

To stand alone, staring out across a swelling sea and ever darkening sky is not
for the faint of heart, let alone a comfort to the one who is prepared to journey forth into the very storm.

(lighting over the ocean / Henderson St Park / Julie Cook / 2015)

Knowing that one must set sail, despite an awaiting perilous maelstrom,
takes perseverance and courage but above all, conviction.
It must be taken without question or trepidation. . .
Because for the journeyman the choice is clear.

Choices of Truth, those which act as the pole star to one’s internal journey, in turn become the navigational sextant for the outward journey.

It is obvious from the growing fury that the trip will not be easy.
At times it will be both dangerous as well as treacherous.
There will be betrayal, misjudgment and even failure.
However the course has been charted, and the dials are set, there is now, no return.

(waves in the surf / Henderson St Park / Julie Cook / 2015)

The journeymen must press on.
Ever forward.
The variables have been offered.
It is a yes or no decision as there is no in-between.
To go, despite what lay ahead. . .the alternative is simply to stay.
The offer has been presented, the outcome is guaranteed and yet it is the journey that remains in question

To go will not be easy. . .
There may be tragedy, possible harm or certain death
Yet to remain will offer only a slight reprieve of indecisiveness
The waffeling of a life without commitment.
There is no leveling of the playing field.
The wise know the answer before the question is even asked.

The ship is turned, the bow points toward the storm
The throttle is pushed forward as the journey now begins. . .

(a lone fishing boat sets out toward the coming storm / Henderson St Park / Julie Cook / 2015)

“In my distress I called to the Lord,
and he answered me.
From deep in the realm of the dead I called for help,
and you listened to my cry.
You hurled me into the depths,
into the very heart of the seas,
and the currents swirled about me;
all your waves and breakers
swept over me.
I said, ‘I have been banished
from your sight;
yet I will look again
toward your holy temple.’
The engulfing waters threatened me,
the deep surrounded me;
seaweed was wrapped around my head.
To the roots of the mountains I sank down;
the earth beneath barred me in forever.
But you, Lord my God,
brought my life up from the pit.
“When my life was ebbing away,
I remembered you, Lord,
and my prayer rose to you,
to your holy temple.
“Those who cling to worthless idols
turn away from God’s love for them.
But I, with shouts of grateful praise,
will sacrifice to you.
What I have vowed I will make good.
I will say, ‘Salvation comes from the Lord.”

Jonah 2:2-9

10 comments on “the journeyman

  1. SwittersB says:

    Great images combined with such depth…thank you Julie.

  2. ColorStorm says:

    You know jewels I often notice that posts like this get little rebuttals, because there is nothing to argue against. It is factual, deep, inspirational, true, relevant, and most people agree…….until perhaps the scripture cited as a wrap, yet it is the scriptures that give the body of your text the right context.

    Kind of like ‘apples of gold in pictures of silver.’ You got a lot going on here, and worthy of extended thought. Well played. Nice pics too. Love the ‘maelstrom,’ and the lightning.

  3. Melissa says:

    Are you in my head l? Feels like He’s speaking directly to me

  4. Oh, Julie, this is pure GREATNESS!!! Damn woman, we’ve got to get you published! Love and hugs, N 🙂 ❤

    • May I just say that you area a crazy woman!! You obviously went on a cookie marathon—you shouldn’t ever feel as if you needed to get caught up—especially when you’ve been on such a trip with time now on overdrive with what all you need to do at home!!!
      But I will say I am flattered and honored—and I did like these last couple the best…
      like I say, I don’t know anything about that publishing business—like Prissy not knowing nothing about birthing no babies 🙂
      I’ve always just figured if God wanted me to have something “published” He’d bring whomever my way. . .we’ll see I suppose 🙂
      I’m just glad you’re home safe and sound 🙂

      • Indeed you may. There are many who think I’m a bit on the crazy side. Hee hee. I didn’t feel like I had to go on the cookie marathon, missy. I wanted to. I would have hated missing your posts. Anyway, I’m managing to get a little done here and there on all that needs to be done. I shall be praying that the Lord indeed finds a way to get your posts published then, my friend. Love and hugs, N 🙂 ❤

      • Well, I’m still flattered that as tired as you are and as you’re trying to put your world back together you took the time to catch up as it were—sometimes, as you know, the words just flow and other days it’s like the brain is a noncooperative jumbled mess—as in nothing flows!!
        Yeah, we’ll just keep praying for some interested party to come along. . .

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