More than an acre of our yard is fenced. Plenty of room for our dogs to run and play and explore.
And yet they have worn a criss-cross of paths from one spot to another. A dirt track from the patio to the pond. Another from the gate to a favorite sunning spot.
Wide open spaces. Self-restricting patterns.
I wish I could say I were different.
That I haven’t worn a rut of behaviors, attitudes, reactions across the landscape of my life. That I don’t return to the known again and again, even if a wider view might reveal another route would be shorter. Or at the very least, more scenic.
If the paths affected me alone, they would still be worth reevaluating. But when I watched a new dog instinctively use the trail my own dogs had created instead of traversing the space on her own terms, I began to consider there might be larger consequences to my less-than-adventurous life paths.
Twice this week I have stepped into the unknown. Abandoned the groove and quickly disappeared in the uncharted territory.
I half expected to fall off a cliff.
Turns out the unworn ground is just as stable as my usual path.
The grass is taller there. My footing not as sure.
But when I look closely, I see the markers of those who bravely stepped before me. Who abandoned the known to explore the what could be.
And I go on.
Linking this reflection of Small Wonder with my friend and fellow blogger, Kelly Chripczuk, who hosts a Community of blogging Beauty Hunters at her site. Because our Big God shows himself in the most amazing small ways. #smallwonder