What if "our path" was less about where our "journey" was
taking us, and more about the actual ground we were
already walking on? What if "the path" were a city street,
a backwoods trail, a bedroom carpet, an asphalt driveway
leading us to our own front door. Maybe one day the path is
a set of well-positioned, proportional flagstones, and the next
it's an incoherent, discombobulated mess of pebbles, tossed
pennies, dead leaves and trash. Maybe the path is the distance
between our car and the mailbox. Or a grocery aisle on a
weekend afternoon. Or the inches we lean into to give our love
a kiss goodnight. Maybe "our path" is exactly where we are, right now, not where we think we "need" to be.
Judi -
I'm so honored that my words have appeared on your blog, and I thank you for great support and encouragement. To know that one's work isn't just floating out there, but that it actually touches down and touches people, means the world to me. Bless you.
Maya