There is a sense of I have nothing on The Path today…and it feels pretty light. For example, I don't seem to be concerned about whether I have anything to write, anything to offer, or not. This is new. No anxiety, worry, stress, tension?
The sky is a translucent blue. It is a crisp, but sunny day. My daughter asked if she could walk to school with her big brother, leaving me to walk my walk with an air of lightness and freedom…and yes, a little pang in my heart that she is growing up. However beautifully.
I hear the sound of my own footsteps. Squelch, squelch, squelch!
I notice a dainty-looking red-breasted robin in the bush. Do I take in the wonder or do I slowly try to capture? What a wonderful photo that would make. Trying to appreciate the robin and my desire to capture I slowly go to take the shot but of course away he bobs. And further still the more I try to follow.
I am in danger of losing my boot with every step I take up the water-logged and muddy hill.
Towards the shady summit I purposefully step on the frozen footprints of those that have gone before me, delighting in the crunching and the cracking sound. My daughter would love this. The thought of her serves as a constant reminder to enjoy the simple pleasures.
I notice I am a little fuzzy today, and this is reflected in the pictures I try to take. Both I and the camera seem unable to focus on the detail. Some days are best left just as they are I think to myself. Feels good to give myself permission not to change a thing. And yet there are moments of clarity and pure appreciation interspersed throughout the path. The voluptuous curves of the rolling field, the deep blue sky that I want to dip my fingers into, the explosive colours of the tiny leaf resting amidst the mud, the dew drop hanging from the bright red berry, the cool air in the back of my throat, and the lightness I feel in my body. In this moment it seems I have nothing and everything all at once.
Once home I look up the word translucent. Allowing light, but not detailed images, to pass through.
Yes, it's certainly one of those days.
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