The way forward bearing tradition
is similar to hermit crabs
who walk sideways.
We, like them, seek shells.
Always needing a larger one.
New growth requires a new shell – still moving sideways, more often than forward.
Yet, little by little making progress, if progress is to be made.
What makes us desire a shell?
What shell will contain all we are becoming? Who have we been, dear finite ones?
A shell provides safety perhaps from bumping up against other shells. However, bruised we may wonder what is entirely safe?
A shell provides selfhood, or rather a gathering in of self. Containment.
We bearing tradition, walk sideways. What shell do we choose for our journey now, dear finite ones?
Perhaps a weathered shell,
a good sized one,
a gnarled encrusted one,
One with history,
One filled with love.