I arrive at
preparing to walk the familiar pine-needled path
through ancient trees, toward the hills.
But the path is totally different.
Spruce beetle kill has downed the huge trees
blocking the path, routing one far uphill.
And light floods into
what was once deep forest.
So odd… filled with light, yet not passable.
How like my inner life.
The old path of service to others
regardless of the cost to me,
has become impassable.
Now the path is rerouted anew,
unknown and unclear.
I walk a new path that releases me
from the old patterns of a “good” woman
who gives more than she has,
who stays until death
who never gets angry.
I walk the new path.
I serve the light as defined from within.
I serve the light of peace and contentment,
of joy and harmony and growth.
I’ve graduated to a new path
that only opens right in front of me.
I’ve graduated into a new path
of loving me enough
to fill my own well
from within.
Lizette Stiehr
At the campground above
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