There is a great app called Waze. It knows when there is traffic and can take you on an alternative way. This is an amazing thing, although I have to say the alternative way sometimes seems crazy.
I will be on my way to a familiar place; I see the traffic, put on Waze and find myself in places I never knew. You must have faith and patience that this app will take you where you need to go. Sometimes I’m like, “Really?” Or, “Where the hell are we going??”
I have deep meaningful conversations with the voice from my phone that is telling me turn left or right.
A few months ago I did not hit traffic. I hit a major roadblock.
The “waze” of life took me on an unknown path.
Being the dramatic being I am, my existence was crushed.
As I turned and went on this tricky road, I cried, I was hurt, and I held on tight to my people. Thank the gods above for my people!
This roadblock threatened everything; it kept me away from my work, and the things I love.
But it made me stop.
It made me regroup.
It gave me space.
And then I arrived, right where I was supposed to.
Strangely much older.
Wiser and in a good place.
A really good place.
This Thursday I started 2 new groups in Juvie.
We have expanded the program to an additional facility and on Thursdays I will now have 2 groups back to back. The groups are small, because the numbers in the facilities are low.
Today I sat with each group around a table explaining about the program, quietly listening to them ask questions, gently telling them a little of what to expect, asking them questions, inviting them to trust me and to trust the journey we are about to embark on.
They look at me and respond the way I sometimes react to Waze.
“We are going to do what?”
“Talk about relationships?”
“That’s funny, Ms.,” one says.
“Not really,” I say. “It’s important,” I add.
In each group there is the one who is angry.
“Are you okay?” I ask.
“You do not have to do this, are you sure you want to be in the group?”
Turn left the voice from my phone says.
I shrug, okay, and I turn.
“Yeah, I’ll do it,” she says as if she is doing me a favor.
“You’ll be surprised where we will go,” I tell her.
“I ain’t going anywhere,” she answers. “I am here for a long time, Ms.”
“Oh, sweetie, you will. Just wait and see.”
Sometimes Waze will take you on a completely unknown route and then, you arrive, not always clear about how you got there, but you arrive.
She waits till everyone walks away
She stands close to me.
She says very quietly.
“I can sing. Will we sing?”
“Yes, we will. Do you want to sing for me now”?
“No,” she answers. “I’m not there yet.”
And she walked away, cold and distant.
I can’t wait to get there with her.
A dear friend posted on Facebook the most brilliant post this week.
“Maybe the Journey isn’t so much about becoming anything.
Maybe its about unbecoming everything that isn’t really you, so you can be who you were meant to be in the first place.”
So maybe, just maybe, the “waze” of life goes on those back roads, because those are roads we are meant to visit. Important roads, that we would not go on, if we didn’t take the alternative, unfamiliar one.
I have learned, that in every detour there is an important lesson to be learned. And the roadblocks are there to make us think, and, when you go around those roadblocks, you must trust that you will end up exactly where you were meant to go… even if you really can’t imagine it.
“You have arrived,” the woman from my phone says.
I am a little surprised that she is still talking to me, because on this particular journey I was especially rude – yelling and cursing at her to no end.
“You have arrived,” she says.
And I exhale.
Yes I have, as will both my groups in 10 weeks.