a Priestess on her path

I have been sitting in lush greenspace with the light sounds of wind and water nearby. I have also felt completely lost in how and what I needed to do to spend my time.

The call of my path has my thirst quenched. 

The realness of it is so subtle nearly invisible that I wonder if it is truly real what I am feeling. No harm if not said. 

But, I wonder: is the path for me to make it real or is it for me to become this invisible pull I cannot explain. To anchor this subtle thing I cannot contain. 

And if I do not. What then?
what will I see? 
what will I feel? 
what will be driving me? 
Because if it is not the path, then where is it between alive and dead? 

Atop these lush greenspaces, wind in the trees, and breath - subtle will have to do - until then, I am coming. 

Hello from on-my-own-time here in the airstream while Michael takes Ayla out to get tacos on their own little date,