Usually I walk to work. This morning my dear Husband gently insisted that he take me in the car as the wind was mighty strong.
Much as I enjoy the walk, I didn’t hesitate to accept.
I could see from the window view that I would be buffeted and blown by the wind. I could also hear that sighing sound that accompanies such a wind.
As we drove along, I noticed pieces of wood and vegetation were strewn about.
A large sign had blown off the front of a shop and was broken in pieces on the pavement.
Sometimes life’s journey seems a bit like a strong wind.
Pushing and shoving.
Sometimes blowing me where I want to go.
Sometimes holding me still and blowing me a little off the path.
Particular roads are more prone to gusts of wind, and not wanting to look too bedraggled when I reach work, I usually alter my route slightly in the hope of a better path.
Do we hold to our paths through life?
Do we go with the flow and alter our route?
Is our path changeable anyway?
Are the best paths according to our own perception?
I’m like my Daughter, I have many MANY questions! And, like Jane, I know, I am always on my path, and the answers are in that quiet place within, where all is still.
Love and Light … Jane’s Mum
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