Yesterday, with the ice and snow thawing, I ventured all the way down the path by the brook and discovered that the way was blocked by this new river of rock. There used to be a small wooden bridge over a small drainage ditch that led down to the brook, but now there was this huge thing. And an orange mesh barrier blocking the way on both sides.
Today I went back and discovered that someone (a dirt bike?) had pushed the mesh barrier down, so I stepped over the mesh too. I walked across the rocks consciously imagining that the path will be restored with a new little bridge. Don’t our feet have some sort of magic to trace the energy of our intentions, and create or preserve the trail we want to walk on? As poet Antonio Machado wrote, “Traveler, there is no path. The path is made by walking.”
So perhaps all of us who walk or ride this small path are preserving it by our collective energy, by our love and attention, and by moving through barriers. Perhaps there is a lesson in this. Thank you kindred travelers.