I had a lovely realization the other day. One of those thoughts that helps everything feel okay and make sense. I was walking a well-worn path on the way to my car, one of those dirt tracks through grass, and it dawned on me: I often think of life as walking a path, but the imagery of a path implies that others have walked the same way countless times before me.
Even though it is only a metaphor, I suddenly had another reason to not feel lonely and lost. In the larger web of life and time others have gone through the same things and had the same roadblocks and fears as I have. I walk a well-worn path that may be hard, but must not be impossible.
And even in early spring there is color to be found if you look close enough. Another reason for hope.
