# Directions Unfold

## The Gentle Turn

Life rarely hands us a straight line. On a crisp winter morning in late December, I stood at a foggy intersection, map app forgotten in my pocket. Directions aren't commands barked from a screen—they're invitations to pause. That hesitation, when the world blurs at the edges, reminds us we're not rushing to destinations but wandering through moments. It's in these turns we glimpse what's possible, not just what's next.

## Voices Along the Way

Once, lost on a backroad near the coast, I flagged down an old pickup. The driver, weathered hands on the wheel, didn't recite turns. He shared a story of his own wrong path years back, how it led to unexpected harbors. Directions live in conversation, in the kindness of strangers pointing not just north, but inward. We give them too—simple nods, patient explanations—that stitch communities from solitary steps.

## Mapping the Heart

True directions emerge from within. They're less about miles and more about the quiet pull toward light. Like stars piercing a 2025 night sky on December 28th, they guide without force.

*In every direction, there's a way home.*