PATH
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I can’t remember how long I’ve loved the forest. Trees, trees, trees - they minister to me. Literally.
For part of my childhood, my family lived in rural Louisiana. I feel like since then, my life has gotten more and more urban - which has its own wildness. But I have been trying to find my way back to the forest time and time again.
When walking through a forest with a trail, I’ve noticed that I am always looking for an off-ramp into more wildness - a minor trail snaking into a deeper depth of trees, an opening that begs me to see how far I can make it through, under, and over without something to cut my way. I am constantly curious about what is in the depths and what my body can do as it gets lost and finds its way back. I feel an empowerment each time I do.
I recall the moments where I didn’t know if I was going the right direction or if I could find an opening and I marvel at my ability to move through that.
I often speak about myself as a person who walks with others along the way. It is this practice of curiosity and wandering that equips me to do that. I find myself unafraid and (usually) patient no matter the terrain I am moving through with someone. I have to remind myself that it is always in me and available to me, even in how I navigate my own life.
It is not just the land, but the stars, as well that remind me of this. It is literally written in my birth chart, that I am a wisdom seeker, and also a partner to others in this seeking. This is how life makes its way through me.
Invitation
Breathe.
Look or listen.
Feel what you feel and pay attention to it.
Wait.
What is the invitation for you?
