I think it’s safe to say that all of us have worked hard to find our way through this past year of many hard challenges. Some of us will have lost people close and dear to us. All of us have witnessed an ongoing tremendous loss of life. Each of us in our own way has been touched, profoundly changed, and moved. I find myself once again circling back to the words of poet Antonio Machado.
Caminante, no hay camino,
se hace camino al andar.
Al andar se hace el camino,
y al volver la vista atrás
se ve la senda que nunca
se ha de volver a pisar.
Caminante no hay camino
sino estelas en la mar.
Wayfarer, there is no way.
A path is made by walking it.
By being walked, it becomes a path.
By looking back, you become aware
of all that you will never walk again.
Wayfarer, there is no way;
Only wake-trails on the sea.
Lately I’ve made time to just sit for a few moments in a chair under a small magnolia tree in full green leafiness in my yard. I took this photo a few days ago looking up into the canopy. I give thanks for this lovely spot of earth that has welcomed my granddaughter with open arms, and sustained me through winter to spring.