Streets and Roads
I love paths that lead me to places that look interesting and fun. Roads that invite me to walk them because they might be holding on to secrets yet untold.
That's always been a part of my adult life. Going where no Randall Friesen has ever gone before. Wherever I've ended up living I've gone in search of paths to explore. Sometimes I would strike out on my own two feet and sometimes I'd bike to a good walking place. Better yet I'd drive back to a quiet street or path I'd passed earlier that week and it had looked inviting. I'd park the car and off I'd go, exploring the land.
Down those paths there are things to be seen, amazing things. And sounds and smells that trigger memories and make new ones.
Yes sometimes you walk and walk and only find a dead end and then you have to turn around and retrace your steps. But sometimes, just sometimes mind you, the path opens up to secrets and gardens just waiting for your presence. You sit midst the quiet and listen with your whole being, giving attention to the moment. Not running on ahead or making plans to bring a friend back to the place, but just being present to the moment.
Those are the moments in which you truly live. Without living in the past or pushing into the future those are the times when you are fully alive.
I wish for you many secret gardens and the grace to know when you are in one.