The hidden path is something that makes itself evident to us. We can look for it, but we will not find it. It has to find us. I hold the memory of my hidden path close to me. it mde itself evident in my early teens, and provided me with a place to go when I was feeling lost inside. I would go there, meditate, and write. I still visit there as an adult – and it always brings me home to myself. I started up the wide steps, in the middle of the forest. There was a small building at the end of these steps, not a falling down building, but a solid one. As an adult, I had purchased the property as a “placeholder”. There was no upkeep – it always stayed sturdy, waiting for me.
(c) May 2021 Bonnie Cehovet
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