Path maker, there is no path, you make the path by walking. By walking you make the path. – Antonio Machado
I came across a mushroom growing out of the moss which had grown into the space between the boards of an everyday picnic bench. It was very, very small. Later that evening it rained for a long time. The next day I went back to the bench to check on the mushroom. It was gone.
I wish I saw the moss between the cracks as the solid ground on which I long to stand.
I wish I could say that “this” is enough: that I will start from right here; that I do not see the bench and that I do not see the ground, that I do not see the rain clouds forming or feel the unsteady vibrations of weathered wood coming undone.
What if I could only see the green, velvety well-spring of possibility holding up my own smallness, feeding it and urging it to grow, grow, grow?
The rain is coming. Always.
There was a small mushroom on a picnic bench, growing out of the moss in the space between the wood.
DAVID BERRY is the founder of RULE13 Learning. He writes about the complexity of leading in a changing world, especially the parts where he doesn’t handle it very well. If you enjoyed this post someone else might, too. Please pass it along.
