"A day of vocational discernment"

The ball is finally rolling on my vocational narrative.  This is a taste of the story that I plan to lace throughout...

This is the chronicle of a pilgrimage of discovery,
in hindsight, realities known more deeply through encounters of greater understanding,
and passions grasped through experience,
roused to action.

My six member family lived in one of the homely cottages amidst a forest, recognized by all as Ayah’s territory, richly full of depth that I had not yet the sensibility to fathom.  I stepped out among the cottages along the level path whose curve, several steps before me, hid what was beyond.  I thought about nothing, the kind of ‘nothing’ that begs no questions or has no inquiry into what little was visible.  For scarcely clear was my vision as the shade of the trees left dim patches over all my surroundings.  All I could see was the reality of things directly in view.  So far I knew this terrain well.  Yet, a sense of something more, momentarily revealed by flickers of light through the tree’s foliage, beckoned me on.  I took a few more steps and rounded the bend continuing past a small family of crickets, chirping quietly among several stones at my feet.  I’d grown so accustomed to their sound that it hardly found way into my consciousness and I quickly moved on.  Yet their sound followed me.