Thursday, May 2, 2013

The Path

Growing up in western suburb of Chicago, IL, I walked to school every day.  It wasn't far.  Sun, rain, snow, sleet, hail (no kidding!). I just walked down the street to "the path" that snaked around the baseball field and led up to the school playground.  There was also "the hill" which actually consisted of two dirt mounds with a worn dirt footpath.  To me, it was a mysterious analogy for life itself.  I have hundreds of memories of that path.  Ask any kid that lived around High Ridge School in the 1960s. 

If the obstacle is the path (Zen Proverb) then, my theory is,

Whatever you meet is the path.
Wherever you are is the path.
Whoever you are with is the path.
In the Light
In the Shadow
On Land or
At Sea

You are the path.

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