Paths…do you wonder what kind of path you are on? Have you taken any time recently to look at it? To really see and feel what this path is like?
I read a small poem recently by Alec Finlay it was about “today“, the word “today” which starts, in the “t” with a junction, he says, and ends in fork (in the “y”). I like that. A lot. The thought that every day starts with a junction and at the end of it we come to a fork. Because that’s true, isn’t it? We have a choice every day about which path to take next…..
Heroes Not Zombies 
Alec Finlay’s poem reminded me of a book of poems I have by Edwina Gately, a deeply committed person with a lifetime commitment to the marginalised. The front cover depicts an empty chair in an overgrown forest. The title of the collection is: There was no path so I trod one. The image of the empty chair suggests the person has made a path and followed it, illustrated in the title of one of her poems: The Creative Potential of the Dead End. Aren’t there, however, times in our lives when there are no obvious paths to take? Times of simply, waiting – hopefully? As another poet, R S Thomas, has it: The meaning is in the waiting.
and that’s
a wonderful path 🙂