The steps to the house lead to the front yard footpath which lead to the sidewalk, which lead to an endless lane, which lead to a trail in a park, which lead to a gravel pathway, which lead to a winding forested dirt trail, which lead to a road crossing, which lead to a paved trail, and which ended up at the school yard.
All this ‘new’ territory for me in
became a small wonder which became almost the same wonder as I reversed
direction in order to get back where I came from. The big illusion of the
discovery is that the mind tries to convince you that you found it all. In
reality, city planners had it pegged out before you even knew these city
walkways were manifesting. Rutherford Heights
I guess it’s a little like some of our ancestors discovered the new land,
North America. Europeans
declared, “We discovered it,” but people were already residing there. And
before those First Nations resided there and made, perhaps, some unofficial
declaration, the Creator knew all about everything, even before a worn trail
was to come into existence, about every mountain and valley, and how they would
change over time through nature’s evolving and eroding ways.
May the Source be with you!