We had a wicked wind storm a week ago, bringing with it all of the usual things. Detours due to downed trees, power outages, and flags, furniture, and fallen branches strewn hither and yon.
This morning was our first foray up the logging road since the storm, and rounding an early bend in the road, a downed pine tree blocked our way.
We had four options. Turn back, climb over, crawl under, or go around. All were viable possibilities.
Turning back didn’t even enter our minds. Arriving at the top, and the hike to get there have become a sacred practice. An intentional habit that anchors our week, fortifies our bodies, and fills our souls. Climbing over was doable, but not necessary, as was crawling under. So around we went. After a short scramble we were quickly on our way again , footsteps falling together on the trail.
Obstacles are inevitable.
The trick is to know what to do with them when they fall across our path.
