Perhaps
I was thinking about telling my mom all about my day, when out of
nowhere, a group of teenage girls began to pick on me. They sneered
names at me
as they each took their turn beating me up. They punched me and kicked
in the backs of my knees. They dragged me, through pea gravel, by my
crimped blonde hair before walking away. I was left on the path with
blood stained, ripped-up jeans and a crushed spirit.
I do not remember how I got home that day.
This
summer, I drove over 700 miles and returned to my childhood home to
walk this very path again. One might ask, why, after 25 years have
passed, would
anyone would want to do such a thing? The truth is I did not even know why I wanted to go back. I simply knew it was something my body, mind and spirit needed to do.
I
drove to my elementary school, through a neighborhood, past the public
pool and around the middle school and parked my car. I walked to the
part of the
path where I was beaten, and I marveled at how much smaller it seemed.
The surrounding trees were now much taller and there was no more painful
pea gravel, it was now paved. I felt strong and even grateful, as I
walked and recalled both good and bad times.
The path itself was nicely landscaped to one side, and the other side
was overgrown with unkempt shrubs, weeds, and dotted among them were the
prettiest pink wildflowers! I picked a sprig of the wildflowers, and
wondered that they would grow in such conditions.
I returned to the car, and pressed the wildflowers in between the pages
of my book.
As humans, each of us are on a journey made up of multiple paths.
My
own story illustrates how most life journeys are pieced together by
multiple paths, where good is experienced right alongside the bad.
At times we find ourselves on a sunny
path shaded by beautiful, green trees. Everything in our journey seems
to be going well. The future seems bright and clear. Other times, we
find ourselves on a path overshadowed by
the remnants of thorny, hollow trees. This path seems to be dominated
by darkness with low visibility. Sometimes we experience twists and
turns which are not up to us. We might even be dragged into conflict
with other people along this path.
These
particularly difficult stretches can leave us feeling bewildered and
defeated. These are the times
when we might look to a neighbor, a family
member or a close friend
to guide us back to the sunny path. Sometimes, we might even seek the
help of a counselor who empowers us to clearly see and build our own way
to a newer, better path. Either way, only we, ourselves, have the power
to change the way we view our journey, what
we choose to do with our journey, and how we choose to experience our
journey. We can focus on the weeds, and be dragged away from a world
with beauty and joy. Or we can notice and cultivate the beautiful
wildflowers springing up despite tough conditions.
Now
when I think about my memories along that path, I remember the
wildflowers. I remember all the other walks on that path that I shared
with friends, the beautiful sky,
the flowers, birds and butterflies, and I am grateful my heart has
stayed open to beauty and joy.
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