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Joan: I breathe a sigh of relief — The garden is again in view, though the path to get there is red with blood, unfortunately. Bev: Looking through the window, I see the season has changed. Where will the path lead us? Harmony: I see a drab, barren landscape, but some white clouds have blown in, and there might be a brighter future. Nadine: A meadow surrounded by a beautiful forest — just like one I came across on a hike back in June. Located at about 6,000’ elevation in the Sierra Nevada region, it’s quiet and somewhat remote. Your path leads one into nature where we will never go astray. Nature will always take us back to our true selves where happiness resides. Follow that path. Carol:
Northern woods call
with memories of home
Yet I cannot go Is the path broken
Will the trees welcome me
If I wait too long Laura:
The road less traveled.
Clear to the beholder, hidden in plain sight.
Courage to voyagers treading a narrow path.
The way is not always easy. Barbara: At first, I saw a wooded scene and lights in the sky — like an Aurora Borealis. But then, it’s not a night sky. And what’s that deep red/brown curve — like a path of scorched earth; with fire still smoldering in the wisps of white rising up from the ground and billows of smoke in the sky. But the smoke is white — not grey — reminding me of “sacred smoke” from native traditions. Some wounding has occurred but it’s part of the process of change, calling our attention and raising our awareness. Patrice: The sky is clouded with hearts aplenty. The path, though clear at first, becomes less so as the grasses, weeds, shrubs, and trees rise up. Our beginning steps seem simple as we embark, keeping the faith that one footstep always leads to another and another.
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