Since arriving home, it has been a slow process. I resist the routine or rut I was in when we left for Spokane. It is hard work, but one thing I noted today, I am not alone in my travails. It seems universal and I am glad for company. As I went through blogs I recognized transformation is a patient process, a slow process, and a personally purposeful process. I looked at the pictures we took on our travels and for all of nature’s ability to change rapidly, most change is slow and transformational.
I wait
Often impatient
Desire for something better
Lean into my steps
Transform
Slow, patient, with purpose
Without plan
An invisible blueprint.
Journey
With one’s self
Often with companions
Break bread together.
Trust
Moments of devotion
To each another
Change together.
Embrace
No need to explain
Words sometimes fail
A smile assures.
Turn back
A worn path emerges
Look ahead
Share paths.
Thank you for sharing Ivon. Your words have spoken to me, so alike are my thoughts. Sue
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Sue, the synchronicity is really quite interesting. This morning I found the message of struggle peeking out of a many of the blogs I follow. This is no easy journey and we need both solitude and company.
Thank you for stopping and sharing.
Ivon
Thanks Ivon. I’ve been a silent friend, I’m afraid, having been unusually unwell for the last month. I’m now beginning to feel a bit better though not properly back to “work” yet … but chiefly wanted to say that you and the wisdom and gift of yourself that you share in this blog are deeply treasured. I’m glad we “share paths”. As ever, Simon
Simon, I sensed from your posts and some commentary there was something amiss. I am glad to hear you are back on the path. I enjoy your company.
Take care,
Ivon
Beautiful Ivon. Thanks for sharing. Dave
Thank you for stopping by Dave.
Ivon
Life…!
Yes, it is life. Thank you Carolyn.
perfect compliment to this pic…love the visuals your poem evokes
Roxie, thank you. I appreciate the comment.
Ivon
Beautiful and meaningful words, glorious picture of the Path
Nature has a way of being there for us to observe. I often wondered about Robert Frost’s poem, but, when I walk on any path, I can see something similar to what he saw.
Thank you,
Ivon
Beautiful photo of the path; a perfect illustration joining your poem… and the path, like it or not, speaks of repetition… it is the path that has carried many; even as it is adorned and hugged by the grasses and wild flowers. Beautiful.
Your comment is rich with metaphor. Thank you for stopping by again today and following.
Ivon