Once upon a time there was a girl at a cross roads in her life. The paths were many. For some she could see the ends while others seemed to go on forever. One, she thought, might bring her back to the woods of her childhood, though her pine trees seemed very far away. She fondly remembered wandering those woods worry free. Thus she choose the path that had no end in sight.
She gathered her belongings taking only what she could fit on her back and set off to find adventure.
In the beginning the way was hard. By the end of the first day she wondered if she was on the right path to the shelter or by extension for her life. She pondered at her choice of paths. Suddenly the shelter appeared over the next rise and her heart, if not her load, lightened.
She walked down the mountain to find water, made her supper and around the fire met her fellow travellers as all settled down to their camping routines.
The amazing thing about new paths and roads untaken is that discoveries are around every corner. Sometimes the discoveries are harsh as the realization that broken-in boots can destroy your feet. After miles in pain she stopped and considered whether her desire for werifesteria (to wander longingly through the forest in search of mystery) was worth it.
Sitting on a rock she took off her boots, and considered her bloody toes. What was important? What did she really need to go forward? How could she decide what was a necessity in her pack? What was worth the weight on her feet and her soul?
She had planned for this trek for over a year. How could she not go forward? She had made promises to others but more importantly to herself. She examined her toes, taped up the blisters, and pulled out her sandals from her pack.
Step. Breathe. Repeat.
Each day she retaped her feet, and slipped on her sandals which would soon be replaced by new boots.
She hoisted her pack and set out.
Over the days and months that came she learned of trail magic, of the right people coming along at the perfect moment, of the joys of early morning light, and of the exhilaration of getting to the top or the bottom depending on the terrain.
She experienced a variety of forms of pain. She learned that one step is not hard to take, no matter the circumstances and after that, the next isn’t quite as difficult. For you see on the trek she gained treasures, none of which added weight to her pack only lightness to her heart.