Pathways

Where are you going?  What is the journey?  Slow, fast, a gentle dance?  What do you want to see along the way?  Are you looking?

Sometimes a pathway beckons us to explore.  Sometimes we walk the same path a hundred times and on the one-hundredth-and-one time we see the flower open at our feet and it stops us in our tracks - we become fully present in that moment.

Sometimes a path curves and the destination is hidden; we have to trust it is taking us to where we want to be.  Is it narrow and secretive and a place down which we can vanish?

Is the path wide enough to walk with another?  Is it so wide that we share it with many people whom we don’t know? 

Do we have to watch our feet, hopping from stone to stone?  The placement of the stepping stones govern our journey.  Or can we stroll with our heads up, focused ahead, above, unfocussed, unaware of the world around us?  At times a path needs to support us in our inner worlds rather than demand that we pay attention to what is around us.  Pay attention – the pebbles crunch and the clip of a brisque heel down a well-paved path tell stories.

 A pathway can be the desire line of nature, worn into the earth by where we and the animals want to go, or it can be designed particularly to determine the journey.