Be a Trailblazer
As a writer, I want to leave a trail of words in your hearts; something that will bring your back to how important words and analogies are so that it will spark something new and creative in your heart. Actually, my Facebook Fanpage is Trail Words... it’s supposed to mean words left behind which touch your heart. I want a heart to heart connection with others and to blaze a trail with my words. Of course, that connection can’t happen with everyone, but even if there’s none, maybe something I say will resonate with you so that you find a place where you can either climb to a higher road, or take a simpler path that is perfect for you.
Your choice. Your life. Your trail.
There’s two reasons for me writing this post today. First, my friend, and writing mentor, Monna Ellithorpe, gave us a writing prompt last week which propelled me to this point. (I’ll add it later.) For a while now, I’ve laid down in the middle of my trail rolling in the dust, and something has to change. Sometimes when we don’t know what to do we just stop, drop and roll…(if I may borrow that phrase) and you know yourself, that puts fires out like nothing else.
Then, this morning I picked up a book to read, I came across (again) the above quote from Ralph Waldo Emerson…
“Do not go where the path may lead, go instead where there is no path and leave a trail.”
A quote for which I’m very fond.
A subtle connection, however this quote has been important to me for a long time.
Another poem from childhood by Robert Frost entitled “The Road Not Taken”:
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
-Robert Frost (last two stanzas of the poem)
No two paths are alike. We are all different.
Everywhere I look in my life there have been subtle references to trails, paths and roads…
Or maybe that’s just the lens I’m looking through.
The whole premise of the post is to get you to travel “your road.” The road meant for you.
Survival specialists are discovering, and teaching, new ways to find and mark trails for themselves and for others. Isn’t this for your survival? Finding your own trail. Marking it. Skipping on it. Jumping on it. Weeding it. Pruning it. Remodeling it, and then peacefully living on it.
However, it’s not only for your survival… it’s also for your joy. If you aren’t content and joyful about what you’re doing then will your really throw your whole heart into it, and do it well?
The missing (mission) element? Do it not only for you, but for others. Purpose, that is living on purpose, is bigger than ourselves. We don’t give to life only for our enjoyment…but also for the enjoyment others.
Even though there are times when my children may call me a recluse ( I am at times), I do understand that life is unimportant without others. I need people on my trail. I want others to see lovely things that can inspire them and bring smiles and laughter.
And, on those dreary days when I am down… I think about the sometimes…
Sometimes, we have to clean our glasses. Sometimes, we have to wash our windows. Sometimes, we have to sweep our path. Sometimes, we have to enjoy what we have until our path is clear, and the rocks are excavated, so that we can dig out that relaxing stream next to our trail to draw others in. Who wouldn’t want to stop and rest next to your trail? That is, until they build an even finer one of their own.
It isn’t always easy. When you know that you know what you know, and where your trail is leading… keep knowing, and keep growing, until you know something else. No one says that your always have to follow the same path. We live in a complex world and sometimes your trails change.
The important thing to remember is to leave behind bread crumbs for someone else to find you. They may only want to stop for a visit, or just look on for inspiration, because they have their own trail to blaze… and when we blaze trails next to each other, we may ignite into a bonfire for the world to see.
Here’s to your trailblazing.
My piece from Monna’s writing prompt…
“Let me tell you how it really happened”
Keep Moving On
It had occurred within a dream,
A lovely path, for me it seemed.
I traveled it- with twists and turns,
With bumps and dips, and weeds to burn.
Where was the green on nearby hills?
No beauty here- no flowered frills.
Only a road with downs and ups.
This dirty path, a bit too much.
“Relax, said God. “Keep moving on.
This dirty road will help you some.
Rough roads appear before the smooth.
There’s tests in life. Come on, just move!”
I tied my shoes, and traveled on
This dusty road from dusk till dawn.
I stopped to rest, and spied a bud,
A perfect bloom thrust forth in mud.
Now looking past the dirt and grime,
This lovely bud came forth to shine.
Just like our hearts…beyond the stains,
Beyond the dust, beauty remains.
Some days are dark. Some days are grim.
Some days we think our chances slim
To find a way, or stay on track;
To find the sun when clouds are black.
Open your eyes to what you see
Inside your heart… your destiny.
Blot out the clouds when they turn dark,
And go within for hope to spark.
That gleaming path you fell upon
Sometimes looks dark. Keep moving on.
Your dream is bright. You’ll find your bud
Come shining forth in hope and love.