All Ways Lead to The Right Place

I’m sitting with friends in the sun, at a table outside Ojai Coffee Roasting Co.

My cell phone rings. It’s Stephen. He’s going to join us.

I give him directions: “Turn left, honey, turn right, and look for us on your left. We’re at the first table in front of the door.”

We see Stephen. He is walking toward us, then right past us, concentrated on some beautiful thought probably, oblivious. Now he’s getting ready to cross the street.

We yell, “Stephen!”

He turns, walks back, and joins us with a smile. For him, for all of us, all ways lead to, and are, the right place.


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