This is Lake Michigan in early November. The landscape has browned and sky and water
intermingle between shades of grayed out blue and grayed out gray. The seasons start out with such gusto in the beginning. Bright green leaves change
to a crimson yellow or a caramel brown eventually into softer more mellowed shades. It reminds me of change at any level. We all start out with a lot of energy and
hope at the beginning, then somewhere along the road things mellow and we are somewhere comfortable in the
middle.
These stairs led me to the water, the rocks and
the wind. They led me to another world
below where boulders were beaten and forced to soften pressured by the waves of the water. What do you end up with? Something that is
still very strong but the hard edges have been softened.
As I walked down the path I noticed even the stairs were weathered in a beautiful way. They serve their purpose and part of "their process" is to be walked on and trampled a bit. That's what they are there for! There were places along these
stairs that half of the stair was gone yet gently creeping up through some of
the destruction was a new flower in it's last bloom.
The space made room for something beautiful to spring up.
The stairs represent transition – a way of getting from
one stage to another. I (personally) often
stumble on stairs. I’ve even broken my
foot falling down stairs and I’ve been known to trip up them as well. A “stair” can take us from one plane to
another. It’s symbolic – they can bring
us higher to our destiny or lower to our destination. It seems my norm is to stumble when making the transition.
Currently, I am entering a new phase of my life. I can identify with the subtle colors of the
landscape as it softens and grays. I connect with
the subtlety of the beauty that surrounds me.
At times my path has been smooth sailing and at others it has felt like a constant uphill climb. I do believe though, we choose our own paths.

My path is changing course - something beautiful is
about to spring up.
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