Worn Paths, Paved Roads or Sidewalks Limit Us
Worn Paths, Paved Roads or Sidewalks Limit Us
I prefer to venture where no one has gone or at least very few have gone.
I also wander along paths if I have never been on them before.
When I walk along a road, new ones or ones I have walked many times, I deliberately do not walk in the worn paths that are in the grass, weeds, dirt or sand.
Here is a poem that a writing friend sent me because I shared with her the title of my ongoing book project:
Life is a Creative Journey,
Not a Guided tour
Here is the poem slightly modified by me this
morning.
Life is a Journey
by Alvin Fine (mildy modified by Alan a fellow wanderer)
Birth is a beginning
and death a destination;
Life is a journey.
A going,
a growing from stage to stage
From childhood to maturity
and youth to old age.
From innocence to awareness
and ignorance to knowing;
From foolishness to discretion
and then perhaps, to wisdom.
From weakness to strength
or strength to weakness
and often back again.
From health to sickness
and back we pray,
to health again.
From offense to forgiveness,
from loneliness to love,
From joy to gratitude,
from pain to compassion.
From grief to understanding,
from fear to faith;
From defeat to defeat to defeat,
until looking backward or ahead:
We see that victory lies not at some high place
along
the way,
But in having made the journey,
stage by stage,
hopefully a sacred pilgrimage.
Birth is a beginning
and death a destination;
Life is a journey,
Hopefully a sacred pilgrimage,
Made stage by stage...
To life everlasting.
May your life be a wonder-filled wondrous journey.
Willingly, Wondering, Wandering in search of Wisdom Alan


