True NorthSeptember 28, 2010
She had once been a woman with faith in directions, in paths worn down by hundreds of feet, but she searched so long, she ran out of maps.
What you’re looking for will find you, said her friend. Just wait.
Though she was much better at traveling, she waited as she was told, holding her compass tight to her heart, no matter how wrong it had steered her. She hoped her hands would convert it to some strange beacon, marking true North on her heart in a way only recognized by the one on the right itinerary.