I am out on the trail, grappling with resistance to a decision that will require me to awaken a dormant part of my being. I’m deep in the struggle, my heart is twisted up in knots, tears are streaming down my face. I’m praying for guidance. And then…
A mountain biker whisks by shouting “IT DOESN’T GET ANY BETTER THAN THIS!”
Right in the center of my tangled mess of me, my heart smiles with the recognition that some days I’m the mountain biker praising beauty and some days I’m the hiker dancing with resistance. And all of it, really, couldn’t get any better.