Excuse me...come again?

What do you do when you are torn between the safe and easy route and the unknown and adventurous route?
Usually I would definitively express preference for the unknown, but now that I'm faced with that choice in a larger, life-route decision, I'm not so sure.
A Masters and then a PhD--thats easy and safe. I know how to go about doing that. I know the universities to apply to, I know how to write, and how to research. It is a safe path that I'm sure I would find happiness walking.
However, something alluring and unshakeable is lurking in the back of my mind. Service, health, refugees, poverty, culture: these things roll around in my mind and awakens the part of me that has always known that my place is not here, but elsewhere; somewhere abroad. My work is not the self-enriching work of the scholar but the work of a self-sacrificing servant to people unknown.
Do I have the courage to follow a dream when I do not even know where to start or how to prepare? I guess we'll see...

The Night of Inti-illimani

The purpose of music is to express what is too beautiful for words. It communicates to the parts of our souls that no language can. Music comes closest of all communication to speaking the language we lost in the fall. Our tongues were not made to speak the language of the angels, but we can attempt to imitate those glorious sounds with song.

‘How was the show?’ you ask me.
To try to describe it would cheapen the experience.
Nevertheless, I will share some of my thought.

Soaring high on currents of inspiration the notes plunge down and pierce my chest where they quiver in perfect harmony with the vibration of my soul.
The beat sneaks behind my ribcage urging me up and round and round. The drums sing of movement and my body moves to obey the call.

If plants were made from notes, sunsets of melodies, and animals were made from rhythms; Inti-illimani would have just recreated Eden in each atom of my frame. They have struck my stone and bright water springs forth and I will never want or thirst for inspiration as long as their notes resonate in my memory.