The invariable mark of wisdom is to see the miraculous in the common.
– Ralph Waldo Emerson
Sometimes it feels as though it’s difficult to know where you’re going. Perhaps you know where you want to eventually be, perhaps not. But either way the path is foggy, each tentative footstep taking you deeper but you’re still not able to clearly see the path. Sometimes you can keep going regardless, trusting that you will find the end eventually. Or maybe you find yourself distracted along the way, taking different paths to see where they lead before then thinking better of it and having to double back on yourself.
I’m doubling back on myself, again and again. Until eventually I find that I haven’t gone anywhere, I’ve been here before.
So, Spring is a time of new beginning. Birds are making their simple nests, lambs are being born out in the fields, trees are finding their leaves again and flowers are beginning to push their way out of the cold earth to bloom in the sun. It’s time for me too. To re-group, to learn and to grow. To bloom even.
It’s early as I write this, the sun has yet to rise but the birds are singing softly in the dark. I’m heading out to Michigan Lake at sunrise with a friend, to take photographs in the cold. Hopefully it’s just what I need.