Pathways.
Refreshed after spending time away from my usual daily grind, I’m ready to formulate new little pathways for how I want to move forward.
Wandering wilderness pathways, some challenging, some wide open with clear views, I realized if I just stayed on the path I’d be all right. When I first started the trek across the property I was stressed about accidentally brushing up against poison oak, and having to spend a good deal of time itching and feeling uncomfortable.
The path was already laid.
My uncomfortable feeling was wasted fretting time. The path had already been laid. Certainly, I could step off the path to view some interesting plant or wild flower, the choice is always mine. But I was glad there was solid ground where I could confidently stride.
I’m thankful for the path makers.
I don’t know if my excursions are adding to the pathways. But I hope when I leave the path it will be as easy to navigate as it was left for me, and perhaps I will have left my own touch of beauty to it.
The plan is to keep moving confidently down the path I have designated as my course to achieve my goals. Meeting with those who are on similar journeys to share successes, questions and feedback.
Then, one day I’ll step off my comfortable path and create a jaunty excursion someone else may want to follow. I’m good at the things I know I’m good at, it’s the stepping off the path into the possible poison oak patch that gets me all tied up in knots. The freedom is in the footsteps.
Take a few every day, on the path, and off.
The inserted image is a quick gouache wash of the cooking log where we gathered evenings to share our journeys of the day.