Where are you going, she whispered?
Startled, I turned to look. Who said that ? There was no-one there!
Shrugging my shoulders, I continued on my way. To – where?
I actually didn’t know! What path was I on and just where was I going with such serious intent ?
The thought stopped me in my tracks it hit with such severity. I thought I had my directions clear.
But now, since that ghostly whisper in my ear, I was discombobulated.
Disorientated. Disillusioned. Disappointed even.
How could I NOT know where my feet were leading me?
The very thought of that was just plain ridiculous.
After all, I had on my very best walking shoes. Strong, sturdy, comfortable. Good arch support. The kind of shoe you could rely on to take you on even the roughest terrain and not fail you.
On my head I wore the very best travelling hat. Lightweight, broad rimmed, weatherproof, shading me from sunburn. Guaranteed to stay put in even the strongest winds.
My clothing was lightweight cotton that let my body breathe whilst keeping me comfortable.
My knapsack was filled with everything I needed. Clean water. Nutritious food. Compass. Maps. Flashlight. Change of clothing. Personal care items. Sleeping bag. Emergency first aid kit. Mobile phone.
I had set out with a clear plan and goal in mind. So what had changed?
Why the discombobulation and disorientation?
I stopped and sat on a rock to contemplate. Shrugging off my knapsack, I retrieved a bottle of water from its depths. A few deep swallows rinsed the grit and dryness from my mouth. I felt refreshed. A soft whisper of breeze caressed my skin. The smell of pine wafted in its wake. Above, the bright blue cloudless sky spread as far as my eyes could see – to the horizon and beyond. I breathed in the fresh mountain air deeply and slowly, turning my face up to the sun to soak in its warmth.
How long I sat there is a mystery to me. But when I opened my eyes it seemed that the world had shifted slightly. I felt at peace. I knew now where I was going. The path would open to me as I stepped forward, leading me to whatever my destination was to be. Of that I was certain. Whether I arrived tomorrow or in five years time was irrelevant. The journey itself was my destination.
© Raili Tanska