Letter 4376
Walking up the mountain path.
Narrow by narrow, my gaze has fixed upon my feet. Fatigue makes them stumble. The repeated stepping brings pain.
Along the way, vista after vista unfolds yet I do not look. My feet occupy me. Avoiding the stones in the road occupies me.
Finally, strength gives out and I just rest. Stretched out below me is a green, spring valley. And how high I am! I did not notice the speed of my ascent.
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All this I could have watched as I walked the same path with the same feet.
If I am to walk, lord, Let me allow myself joy along the way.
Consider:
Can I make space for joy and beauty today?
Reading:
❖ “The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes, but in having new eyes.” — Marcel Proust
❖ “It is not the mountain we conquer, but ourselves.” — Edmund Hillary
❖ “I will lift up mine eyes unto the hills, from whence cometh my help.” — Psalm 121:1
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~B.R.
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