Today’s sunshine led me into the beckoning hills for a first of spring hike up a local canyon. There were leaves like paper-mache on the forest floor and tiny green and red buds on the trees. Dancing along the hillsides at the lower elevation, thousands of tiny glacier lilies lacked only orchestration for a Tchaikovsky ballet.
As we climbed into the snow, the beauty of the bare dark trees against the whiteness astounded me.
And there were lessons to learn.
Storms may block your path, but you can find a way through.
It takes more energy to climb when you keep sliding off the path.
It’s easier to move forward when there is a firm foundation beneath your feet.
Following someone’s footsteps, who has gone before, helps you avoid the traps.
Take time during the journey to notice the tiny flowers, the vast blue sky, and the beauty of the way. Listen to the bird song and the sound of a spring gurgling from the ground.
Finally, laugh often.