Twenty-seven of us set out from the parking lot finding a single track that led us through the woods and out into the open of the frozen-over brackish marsh of the Fore River Sanctuary. If others had not walked the trail before us, packing it down with snowshoes and persistence, we would have had a much more difficult walk ahead of us. As it was, we were able to stretch out our strides and wind our way along side of the river and over the river and through the woods. In places we were able to walk two abreast, but mostly we were in single file. We paused on a bridge to listen to a reflection:
I added the brackets in the quote above. What addition would you make? We all asked ourselves, “What’s breaking my heart these days?” Then we walked in silence to a natural waterfall, where we fell into conversation.
We continued our walk. And we asked ourselves, “What spiritual practices are rooting us these days?”
At the end of the trail, we paused on the last bridge. And I suppose it’s not fair for me to speak for every soul there, but I know that my steps at the end of the walk felt lighter than the steps I took when we set out to offer our contribution to the formation of the trail.
May your hearts break with purpose these days, and may your spiritual roots find fertile soil in the world around you.