Here is a literal view of a park path that I often take. I like to walk in the park on weekends. It’s an easy walk. I just stroll and take in all the sights and sounds of nature. The birds chirp and the creek babbles. The foliage along the creek changes according to the seasons. On the day of this photo, I was surprised to see pretty woodland sunflowers along the path. They seemed to have bloomed without notice and seemed like a gift!
I stay on the lookout for peaceful paths all year, paths removed from the tiring pace and common stresses of the world. I keep coming back to this same path. While it’s familiarity gives me comfort, I can also be pleasantly surprised to spot new birds and flowers along the way. Obviously, I like to take my camera along and take pictures of the sights.
This year, I discovered the real joy of birdwatching. I never understood the appeal until I took the time to notice all the special details (which continue to amaze me) of the different birds that I saw! I took lots of bird pictures, in the park and in my backyard, and shared some on my blog. You can click on the birds header at the top of the page to see pictures. I still have more to post when I get a chance. And, I plan to stay a birder in 2017. Birdwatching has been added to my list of interests, along with nature strolls, photography and blogging!
I hope to develop new interests in 2017 that bring me peace and joy! Positive suggestions welcome! Happy 2017!
Posted for the daily post weekly photo challenge:
Solitude along a quiet path of introspection.
Posted in response to photo101 Solitude theme and the weekly Friday photo challenge Minimalist theme.
My take on The Daily Prompt-Circuitous Paths
A stranger knocked on the door. “I need to find my way,” he said.
“Where are you trying to go?” I responded.
“Give me directions to the nearest gas station. I want to fill my car and keep driving until I get somewhere better.”
“Are you almost out of gas now?” I asked.
The stranger sighed and looked down at his feet. “Yes, m’am. I’m almost empty. It has been a long journey and I’m far from home. I need to be refueled.”
The man looked up. I saw a single tear roll down his cheek, leaving a trail of moist sorrow. He reached up to wipe the drop from his skin. “I’m sorry, m’am. The roads I have traveled have been rough and steep. I have taken one wrong turn after another. I don’t even know if I am leaving or returning home anymore. I’m lost. Give me directions.”
“I can help you. Wait here,” I said. I turned and walked toward the back room. “I’m getting something to write on!” I called out. Out of view, I leaned against the wall. Deep breath in, slow breath out. Deep breath in, slow breath out. I was ready. I opened a drawer, searching for just the right notepad. I wrote detailed directions to the filling station on the specialty notepad, right under the pre-printed message.
Returning to the door, I handed the man the paper. “I hope these directions are clear.”
A slow smile grew on the man’s face as he scanned the writing on the page. “Thank you for your kindness,” he said. “I see that the gas station is not very far from here. I see the path. I’ll be on my way.”
I watched as he got into his car and drove toward the crossroads. I bounded to the kitchen. Before returning the notepad to the drawer, I read the stamped message out loud.
“Proverbs 3:5-6, I read. “Trust in The Lord with all your heart, and do not lean on your own understanding. In all your ways acknowledge Him, and He will make straight your paths.”