I have thoroughly enjoyed my time up in the mountains where I spent my formative years from 8 to 18 years old. Today I went to visit the school and then afterwards found some less-traveled paths to take. Despite my bad knees and poorer sense of balance I managed my way up the hill. It reminded me of how I use to wander those hills when I was young. It also reminded me of how often in life I take the paths less travelled.
I've been been taking this time to do some writing. Perhaps not as much as I had planned. I think about the long hard task ahead of me. Most of the time it is daunting. How will I ever manage? But just like these roads I just plod on forward. Yes, there are times, quite challenging, when it takes a while to gain a sure footing. I nearly fell off the side when I stopped to take a picture of Rhodadendrens high overhead. But I made it to the top. I reached the destination.
And while it may be a lonely road and less traveled -- in the sense that I utilize my organic intuitive processes to express in story historical, economic, political, and religious themes -- I have full confidence that somehow I will get to the top, to the end. My way less traveled is strewn with the foliage of openess, reflection, attentiveness, and vision.
The fact is that these paths through the mountains have been forged by others that have gone before. It may be less travelled, but if there is a road or path, even ever so primitive, someone has taken it before you, and likely with alarming regularity. And this is what makes me sure-footed, having the evidence that the way is possible.
May you find freedom in those rugged paths of you life. Enjoy the scenery and don't fear. Once in a while look up to the skies and see what lies ahead.
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