Anyone noticed that big burning ball of gas in the sky lately? I forgot what it’s called. Vocabulary failures aside, it is welcome here. The endless gloom was starting to wear. It’s just straight up cruel to go through peak colors in Wisconsin in the rain.
In other news…
I just started Brene Brown’s Braving the Wilderness. It was handed to me by my only slightly memory-challenged mother when she realized that she bought two copies. And this is why I shop at the library.
Anyway, as for the book, the verdict is still out, but Ms. Brown has piqued my interest enough to keep me reading. Maybe I’ll report back.
If nothing more comes of this beautiful little book, however, this little gem will have made it all worth it:
If you can see you path laid out in front of you step by step, you know it’s not your path. Your path you make with every step you take. That’s why it’s your path.
~ Joseph Campbell
Let’s just say there are lots of paths being sought out in our house these days. Makes the head spin.
I think it’s a pretty wise to take a look at the map when finding your way–to consult the steps of those many who’ve gone before you–but it is important to remember, and so, so easy to forget, that their prints are not your own.
I love it when you can look at your kids and wonder where they got their particularly impressive brand of life skills, since it so obviously did not come from you. I figure somehow it is a testament of much parenting effort even in the face of little parenting skill. Or maybe angels.
Either way, I’ll take it, and I’ll be grateful. And then I’ll turn around and hope to learn a few things from their youthful wisdom and bravery.
Eyes to the ground,