All things come to the center; all rivers must flow to sea. In the end, no matter how strong or clever or brave you may be, you will find yourself there.
The Native Americans had a rather interesting sense of navigation, and an interesting facet was that Here-in-the-center
(more) was a direction; to think that your center travels with you wherever you go!
Centering himself was the only goal this young Merit had; scarcely into his second year now and he had yet to find a mate. Certainly he had it easier than others, those who were out for the 'best' mate available. No, his way was simpler. He was waiting to fall in love; the deep love that is physical, emotional, and most importantly spiritual. Or rather, he was waiting for his love to fall for him. The way he thought, all he needed to do was to strengthen his center, and his love would be pulled right from wherever he or she was hiding.
After seven months of this, he had begun to lose hope when noticed a slight northerly pull. He headed off in that direction, and pretty soon he had bumped his snout into the forehead of a girl, heading in precisely the opposite direction.
It was then that he'd realized how c
lever he had really been: In seeking his center, he had something more, because his love was also seeking her center. What they had both forgotten, though, was this: their lives were centered on the bond between them.
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