The path a sled makes
The day after snowmageddon hit the northeast, the sun shone and I decided I wanted nothing more than to go sledding. I practically begged my husband and was disappointed in his decline. I turned to my 16 year old son only to hear 'Not really, mom". So off I went sled in hand, outfitted in ski attire.
My first run taken over the already excavated path, I nearly hit a tree but giggled joy the whole time. At the bottom I paused and looked up: the robin's egg blue sky was serene and lovely. The naked, near dead tree branches blocking a clear view, I initially said to them, "Must you block the expansive spaciousness?". When instantly the story changed to -- AHHHHH, you beckon me to love you just as deeply as the sky!! You ask that I not see you as something in the way of glory but a part of GLORY.
The branches represent all the 'troubles' and challenges in life. When we can view them from a place of grounded awareness we might be graced with the big picture.
Climbing back up the slippery slope I stepped firmly and felt strong in my own footing.
The next few runs down, I navigated the trees and squealed as I caught some air. Gliding to the bottom and always just staying still long enough to catch my breath and be filled with gratitude for exhiliration and this amazing life. I realized I was finding balance between riding high and embracing stillness.
My final run I held tight to my sled's rope and forged a new path. I landed rougly against some tree branches jutting up and laughed hysterically at where my little adventure had taken me. I lay there and thought about how being stopped by these trees was fine by me. I resist nothing; I am fierce with reality.