Of worn paths and unsteady steps
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