I love the less-traveled paths that appear in nature. Deer tracks, goat trails, even the tiny thoroughfares populated by rabbits, foxes, weasels and the like. These tracks lead to the most interesting places if I let them.
This path, presumably now maintained a bit by humans, is 'owned' by other realms. The magic is palpable. A deep mystical pulse thrums through these woods, stilling the mind, enlivening the senses. Tiny flashes of light hover and dart just past the range of vision and hearing.
On a mist-and-moisty day, so common in Ireland, I walked this path immersing myself in its silent wonder.
A touchstone for my journey in this life has been this question. Whose path am I walking? Or skipping or running or swimming or soaring...? Is this path suited to my nature? My energy? My inspiration and aspirations? If not, a remix is in order. If so, then full steem ahead... (pun intended).
I have found that the best paths have no markings. One navigates by feel, by intuition. From that flow, all paths form under my feet, one step at a time, in any direction.
"It's your road, and yours alone. Others may walk it with you, but no one can walk it for you." ~ Rumi
Yet no path is ever an aloneness. Immersion is the key.
