I have a long-time obsession with clear horizons, (especially when looking up at one from a valley), and long, straight, clear paths. I have a ridiculous amount of photos of those two things. Today I walked a new-to-me trail, and was treated with both in one place.
I have never been able to understand exactly why and how those two sights draw me to them so strongly, only that they represent an ideal. Not a dangling-carrot kind of ideal that leads to nothing, like some offers do. It has nothing to do with those hopes we chase which never materialize. Those kinds of false hopes make us die a slow death inside.
The clear horizons and straight paths I stand staring at are different. They represent the possible. Each leads to something not yet seen or experienced, on terrain that is unobstructed if I will trust enough to walk it. They hint of a destination that is extraordinary and sublime.
The clear horizon and path are about something beyond the here and now — something more — that would seem impossible if it was said with words, so instead they tell their message in their very existence:
BEYOND HERE IS POSSIBLE.
Just the sight of them always finds hope somewhere in my soul, even if hope has been dormant a long time, and brings it to life again. They help me to keep going, climbing that hill to the distinct junction where heaven meets earth, and walking that straight, clear path to something new and splendid ahead.
One step at a time. With hope and trust. To a thing that is beyond what we could imagine right now. To the thing that is possible.
Cindi Gale 