The definition of a “path”, according to my somewhat old American Heritage Dictionary, circa 1977, is a “route or course”; “a trodden track or way”; “a course of action”. I’ve been reflecting lately about life, its journey and how it takes us down certain paths. I try not to over analyze life. I tend to “go with the flow.” I have been reminded recently how experiences on this path can be exhausting and renewing yet constantly changing.
For example, Vince and I have been blessed with an amazing summer. There has been plenty of evening rain showers, lots of green grass to mow, mild temperatures and many sun filled days. The flowers, trees and wildlife have all had full life cycles. The beauty surrounding us has been unbelievable and almost perfect.
In contrast, the past few months have also been hard. Sometimes it was difficult to breathe and often our minds wouldn’t let our bodies rest. Our path was dark when we grieved the loss of loved ones. It’s a part of life that is challenging and its affects linger. Of course death is a part of this human journey. We aren’t the first to have lost loved ones and it’s certain we’ll have to say goodbye to so many others down the road.
Any “path” can be as bland as its definition. It is neither alive nor colorful without God, loving people and prayer which all lift us up. A fulfilling life also includes past memories, current experiences and new life on the horizon. As for the latter, a new grandchild is joining us within days. I am grateful for this life. I believe that both sadness and joy must be embraced and witnessed as we move along life’s path.