When I first set out,
there are blazes on the trees. The trail is wide and
easy to see. Of course, there are confusing crossroads, boulders to climb over, holes to walk around,
but the ground is soft beneath my feet and blue sky beckons. The trail grows more difficult with time, rocky, indistinct, with vines that trip me up and thorns that rip my clothes. And then there is no trail, just the sense that this is where I have to be, each step a mystery. I move forward, inch by inch, drawn toward
a summit I cannot see, knowing others have climbed before me,

knowing there is no going back.
I am poised between
earth and clouds, arriving, arriving, always and everywhere arriving right here where
feet meet dirt and eyes are drawn to light.

Danna Faulds. “Always Arriving.”

 

“Abide in me, and I in you. As the branch cannot bear fruit by itself, unless it abides in the vine, neither can you, unless you abide in me.”

John 15:4

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