So your detour is not over, and you're still on the side of the road, healing or taking care of children, watching TV or worrying about which laundry detergent to choose, or going to the same restaurant the 1001st time, or waiting for your hearing to be set, or your discharge papers or looking out your window, all wistful. Maybe your detour IS over, and you're stuck in your routine. The road has become intimidating and you're attached to your chair at the kitchen table.

The trick is to place complete focus on your responsibility at hand and all its nuances and gifts while at the same time holding in mind your deep direction.

You're living life fully, in touch with your healing needs or your caring for elderly parents or your job taking the toll at the bridge or keeping the company accounts balanced. But the music of your calling is whispering in the background, your unique song, reminding you of the road, what you're here for.

And perhaps you plant some seeds that might bud next week or next year, to wake you up, make you restless, tug you forward at a future date when the timing may be better or when it is no better, but you are more ready.

Maybe you can't follow your truth just yet.

But you can plant some seeds.

You can hum its melody.