We got about 4 inches of snow here in the woods last night. It is really lovely. Walking down to the pond I noticed that we were the first to disturb the snow. No squirrel or deer tracks and certainly no people tracks.
The path down to the water's edge wanders. it goes over one downed tree and under another. It also changes slightly, now that the ground is covered with snow, as a path should.
A path, changes according to the needs of the moment, the conditions, the mood. Unlike a road, it is not put upon the ground as a straight line that doesn't get changed. It is born of the ground, the rocks, the trees, the snow. It could be said that it is alive.
Lives can be set, unchanging and in defiance of the needs of the moment, much like an interstate highway, or a sidewalk. Or they can be changing, evolving, and constantly aware of the moment in which they exist.
The path in the snow is now there to be followed but will either melt away or be covered over by the next snow. This will leave the path to be discovered anew the next time.
This is also one of the things I appreciate about sailing. There are only rough guides to the direction to be taken and the wake behind the boat smoothes out and fades away, leaving it for the next who passes there to discover on their own.
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