So fellow travelers, yesterday was gloriously mild and precipitation free. Right after work, I dashed down to the trails by Onondaga Lake where this vista and poem unfolded


You have walked it seems
for lifetimes
to reach this shore
only to realize
there is no way to cross
except for a bridge of clouds
and you wonder
if you dare trust the glassy surface

The lake did look smooth enough to walk on, a crazy idea knowing how toxic the lake still is from years of chemical dumping. Still, I stood there a long time mesmerized by the light.

Sometimes we work so hard to reach a goal only to find the final step appears impossibly treacherous. I am gratefully not at such a crossroads myself right now but I have been and  I know several souls who are. Words of encouragement  and a supportive presence are the only boat I have to offer. So I send quiet prayers to the Heavens, set my sight on the Light and fill my heart with a lake of hope.

Walk gently on the path my friends and may adventure find you ready.

Deborah H Rahalski

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