This large ceramic compass sits in the foyer of a building I work in.
I love compasses and their myriad designs. I also love the way they tell the truth.
Without the compass I would only be guessing where, say ,north was outside the building. If I stepped outside, my sense of direction would be coloured by the street angle or the positioning of a building, and after dusk the sun’s absence would make matters way worse. I might have a good idea where north is but I can never be entirely accurate.
In life we have feelings that come to us and hunches we rely on. Sometimes real or right,other times false.
The first question I try to pose to myself in those moments is like taking a compass bearing: “Is it true?”.
If not,then I may move on from that thing, or maybe choose to sit with the unknown for awhile.
If yes,then I can ask myself the subsidiary questions: What? Where? When? What? How? and Why? And then take action, based on reality.
Is it true? Is it actually true?
Ebb Then Flood 