Sitting on the rocks, looking down on what appears to be a path leading from the shoreline to depths unknown, I reflect on the mysterious essence of paths and my fascination with them.
Their association with Journeys and Wandering appeals to my Inner Gypsy; the part of me that feels restless and unsettled when I’ve been in a certain place, or situation, for too long.
Paths that appear when I’m not looking for them, through Serendipity or Synchronicity, make my heart sing with excitement. They remind me that the Universe is, indeed, a Magical place – and fully supportive when I commit to Purpose with Intent and the Willingness to show up.
These paths lead me to my next steps, introduce me to people of like Purpose and guide me to whatever contribution or act of significance I once entertained as a powerful thought.
Then there are paths I deny or ignore. The ones where I stand at the edge, fearful of the destination and the discomfort I may face along the way.
These paths lay quiet as I step into the reality that an uncomfortable decision must be made, a difficult conversation must take place, change will occur, uncertainty will follow.
At the Water’s Edge
A path below the ripples
Entry to great depths
Looking at this underwater path surrounded by Beauty and Quiet, it occurs to me that a path is just a path; its impact on me is a result of the emotion and perspective I bring to it.
Hope brings excitement. Worry brings fear.
I’m reminded of a quote I once read by Fritz Perl – psychiatrist and founder of Gestalt therapy:
Fear is excitement without the breath.
Committing to this practice of being Still and Quiet for periods of time each day is cultivating my ability to Breathe into the Fear, recognizing that what takes me from fear to excitement is where I feel myself positioned on the sliding scale of Readiness to Face What is In Front of Me.
At the water’s edge, I contemplate the possibility that all paths are rife with opportunity if we bring the Courage and Openness to see them as such …