We are all on a path going somewhere. Some paths are made of stone, strong and immoveable! Maybe your path was set for you from parents or student loan debt or even from unfortunate circumstances. Some paths we have chosen move through cities chasing gold rings.
Perhaps your path is difficult to see like an overgrown game trail through the woods. You once knew right where it was but you haven’t taken time to follow it or move branches that inevitably blow down and need pruning or removing.
Some paths are as flimsy as a poorly maintained rope bridge – and some people like it that way. I need a bit more structure to where I am going in life. My paths need to have options along the way to be able sit and take in the beauty around me or veer off to look at a little fawn or investigate a new bird’s song. Sometimes it is good to climb up in a tree stand to get a new perspective on your path – where you came from and where you are headed. Paths change their look through life from vibrant and new, to heat stressed and wilting, colorful and crunchy, to stark and pure.
I have two favorite paths. They both promise peace and contentment, great photo opportunities, and many chances to view nature’s cycle of life from birth to death. One path goes into the woods and the other goes down to the dock. Both of these paths can be found leading back to – a cabin by the lake.