It’s quite amazing isn’t it, how life imitates art – or is it the other way around? I’ve been dealing with a stressful situation lately, and now the pressure is off until late January. I’m not quite ‘on edge’ any more.
On my morning walk I took a less travelled path, along the edge of the trees, and then came across two larger trees, more advanced than the others and the space around them felt quite special. So I simply sat. It’s a great non-doing.
After a while, of this very non-doing, I felt compelled to enter the forest, to delve deeper within. My pace slowed, as I carefully picked my way over fallen branches and such like. When we go inwards, the journey cannot be rushed. It is a carefully considered process, negotiating obstacles as they arise. Eventually, it was time to find a pathway to lead me to the edge again, out of the dimness, into the light. And lo, a pathway appeared. According to my canine companion, it was a trail of most delectable scents. Again, our pace increased, with expectation hurrying us forwards. What we expected didn’t matter – in fact, sometimes it’s the very unknowingness that I find most enticing.