Something is changing in me, along the lines of being on the path I’ve been seeking, without knowing where it would take me. The time is ripe for a new phase of my life.
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Solitary hike out at Bodega Head , grateful for respite from extreme heat. First visit since losing Dave. I counted off all his favorite spots along the way. He especially loved this place.
I’ve been receiving signs that I’m on a path that I’ve always intended, even if I didn’t consciously know what it would be. All my learnings, driven by the sacrifices of the past—sacrifices both chosen and not—have led to this time. I often find myself capturing images of paths and footsteps, without consciously understanding them. As Antonio Machado wrote:
Traveller, your footprints
Are the path and nothing more;
Traveller, there is no path,
The path is made by walking.