Advice

They wandered around the grounds seeking advice. One brother talked too much (which felt confusing and performative); another brother said nothing at all (which felt insulting and dismissive); they came upon Brother Im eating a Twinkie in the middle of the vegetable garden and he smiled warmly as they approached. He listened (they craved a new life, had little to work with, and were drowning in a sea of possibilities - some promising, some ridiculous, and some tragic; was now the time to make a radical change?); Brother Im nodded and took a deep breath. He patted both of their hands and then made a little gesture over towards the compost bins. "Move your mind; move your heart; move your spirit," he said quietly. "Celebrate the process of dreaming and act only when it feels perfectly obvious that a sure path has presented itself. To rush, well, it's like moving all of your garbage from one truck to a different truck thinking something magical will happen; it won't. It's still garbage." They bowed and thanked him, moving away feeling edified and supported. Brother Im waved goodbye and pulled the second Twinkie out of his right robe pocket. He had mastered very few skills in his life worthy of sharing, but he could tell people to slow their roll like nobody's business.