Today’s walk took me from Iron Ore Road in West Stockbridge to Lake Mahkenaac in Stockbridge, also known as the Stockbridge Bowl.
The plan was to swim across the lake once I got here, but lightning and rain rolled over the mountains, so now I’m huddled under a tree, waiting for SA to come get me in the car.
I had to walk along a highway to get here, not too busy with traffic, but the speed limit was 50 and there was no sidewalk. I tried to walk in the grass and face oncoming traffic whenever I could.
It was not a meditative walk due to the cars, but I did think about Antonio Machado’s poem, sometimes translated as “The Wayfairer,” other times as ” The Traveler.”
When I walk alone and set my own course, I sometimes feel lonely. My obstacles are at times tangible, like the cars on the road, but often the blockades are mental. It’s a matter of summoning the motivation and finding the courage to make my own path, again and again.
3 thoughts on “Traveler, There Is No Path”
Did you buy some organic garlic? (I would have.)
I did buy some, JC. They sold two kinds, Italian and German, so I bought one of each, a dollar a bunch.
Great photos! 🙂