There’s this feeling or knowledge that I am a novice. Such a novice, in this age, in this day, in this moment. I am rather sure there’s not a way around it. Sure there are moments, perhaps of grace when I feel the sense of expertise at some process.
The sense of expertise is fleeting and back comes the opposite sense.
And the feeling/knowledge of being a novice is being aware of my human nature, and the human condition. It is exciting and anxious, fun and dreadful, depending on the nature of the newness, and the strength of my imagination set in the firmament of my faith.
There is the past. And given the past, perhaps I could be less a novice and more an expert. However, the moment breaks new today, and while the past informs it doesn’t dictate exactly a path. And even if it did it might not be taken, because I am a novice.
There are paths, roads and rivers. Some of these created by me, some by others, and some by the effort of me and others. Hand in hand, stone by stone, step by step I and we progressing on. Each of us appreciating the novice in the other, the moments of graceful expertise, and all the other points between those extremes.
Breath for another step, faith to catch me when I stumble on a stone. I am still learning as long as I breath.