I’ve been on them before.  That part of the Path that is under water, muddy, slippery and cluttered with rocks and roots that grab your boots.  Slow going, losing balance, grasping at the bushes and holding on to trees

The vertical climbs and twisted trails bring me back to the breath.  I allow my feet to do their job, and the more they are challenged, the stronger they become.  As I become familiar with these difficulties, I am less afraid of them.  My body adjusts to a slower pace, my eyes are sharp and watch for obstacles, I allow myself to stand in the heat of struggle.

I claim the brilliance of the design in this narrow route.  I stand under the shadowy grove of parallel pines that massage my eyes.  I bow to the path, and feel the blessing of each step.  The Way wanders where it will and I let the fragrance of the forest have Her Way with me.