Where is our home? Where is the path that will take us there? Not yet, whispers the wind around the tops of the trees, raining debris down on us. You have lessons to learn. You need to know how to trust yourself.
And so we sigh and lie down for the night, under a crescent moon, soft grass for our pillow, and wait to face another day, to learn what we have not yet learned, to follow the paths that go where we know not.