It was a simple walk in the woods. An anxiety rose to the surface, like ducks breaking water mid-bath. I’m walking alone. Though I rarely watch the news, and prefer living a blissfully unaware lifestyle, I know that “stuff” happens. If only because my adoring husband shines the light “there.”
Yet, within the tension, alone still felt so, so good. So my walk continued. I paused along the dirt road and imbedded my intention into the sand with a stick. A wordless prayer was sent out into the unknown and Mother Earth. Breath, clean and cool, filled my nose. Expanded my lungs and belly.
It was there that a mantra formed. By the lake, in the woods, alone – yet so very not alone.
There are two choices when you walk any path: apprehension and fear or… love. I choose love. I will choose love.
Can you imagine what life might look like if we chose love in every word, breath, thought or action? At one time, I was not able to fathom this. Now, on more days than not, I do walk this – live this. Yes, beyond living everything – my mantra for the past two years since the illness of my sweet miracle – there is loving everything.
How will you walk you path?
Wishing you love, light, and laughter.