Plateau
Following My Path
Plateau
I had been wandering for some time, doing my best to follow my Path. I reached the plateau. It seemed to stretch on forever. It was very pleasant there. The gentle breezes blew the scents of flowers and grasses through the warm air. There were several trees nearby and the birds sat in the branches and sang or flew overhead beneath the fluffy clouds. I could hear the sound of running water somewhere ahead of me. I breathed it all in, feeling content with my progress thus far. I sat and was still for quite a while.
Then I began to see that the mountains I might need to climb were not getting any closer. I wanted to go further, to go higher, but I didn’t know how. I got up and started walking. It was an easy and enjoyable stroll. I somehow knew I was heading in the right direction, but I didn’t seem to be getting anywhere. At first, this disturbed me, but then I realized that my pace was okay and I would get where I needed to be at the opportune time. I would just enjoy where I was at the moment on the plateau.


Beautiful!
I call it, “moving at the speed of life.” It is one of the reason my wife and I moved to Latvia.