“Not I, nor anyone else can travel that road for you. You must travel it by yourself. It is not far. It is within reach. Perhaps you have been on it since you were born, and did not know. Perhaps it is everywhere – on water and land.” ― Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass
There are times we fumble and fall, and there are times we stumble and stall.
There are days we fail and days we sail.
Whether someone picks us up or we get up on our own, the lesson is there to learn.
No matter how much we plan or what we think we know we can never be certain of the path’s destination.
I get excited about life and take off too quickly, many times not watching where I’m going, and I end up stubbing my toes or shins. My habit was to scream or whine a bit as I shook it off. I’ve started recognizing the pain for what it is, simply a wave of discomfort. Knowing it is temporary, I allow it to move through me and release from my body. The weird thing is when I do this it seems to be over much quicker. I’m trying to learn to use this same technique when I feel guilty for things I have or have not done or said. Ruminating does not change the past, but it can hold us prisoner to the offense.
Life is a path of constant change. We’re not always happy for the direction it takes. And sometimes, it’s not really about us. People we love encounter changes neither they nor we can control, and we feel as if we are traversing an obstacle course in the dark. These are the times we rely on faith to get us where we are going. When answers evade us, love steps up and leads the way.
Life requires a bit of athletic prowess. The path will always contain roots, sticks, and stones. It requires scuttling, jumping, kicking and pushing, scooting under and over, and even walking farther to get around obstacles. (I’ve even been known to run a time or two without being chased!)
Since there is no solid map of this path, the best resource for navigation is the heart.