Trusting the Process while Standing still at the Crossroads

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Trust the Process

A few years back, the phrase “trust the process” became a joke in my world. I heard it repeated often enough in the vein of letting go of rigidity in the workplace. It seemed a hokey phrase to me. Trust the process? Sure. But do you trust those leading the process?  I have always felt there is a need to question both the process and the people around me. There was no way I was going to trust the process in the South Bronx. The phrase “trust the process” seemed to be a New Age version of fatalism.  Many admonish the Hispanic community for being fatalistic (when it comes to health and disease prevention) yet those same may be the ones to note there is a process to trust.  What gives?

Ok. All this to say I don’t like that phrase. It gives me the heebie jeebies.

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Ulaanbaatar to the Singing Dunes of Khongoryn Els – Eight Days in Mongolia’s Gobi Desert: Part I

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Roughly 75 miles (120 km) from Ulaanbaatar, grazing horses and the first ger we stayed in are dwarfed against vast grasslands rimmed in mountains. Although the mountains appear low, the grasslands themselves are over 4,000 feet above sea level. With abundant wildlife, few villages and virtually no paved highways, the Mongolian steppe is one of the world’s great high plains wildernesses.

We have no idea how our driver, Nimka, and our guide, Otgo, found the first ger we stayed in. Pitch dark except for the wash of the Milky Way in the night sky and the headlights from our van, Nimka steered from one set of indistinct dirt tracks in the grass to another. My insistence that we stop for a look at herds of gazelle coupled with our late-in-the-day start from Ulaanbaatar, Mongolia’s capital, had us arriving well after dark.

And then, suddenly, there it was. A faint glow gradually assumed…

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