The Weight of the Path

I spent this morning trying to find my keys, tearing through the hallway closet and moving stacks of old mail. It was a frantic, messy start to the day. Eventually, I found them sitting right on the kitchen counter, exactly where I had left them. I felt foolish for the rush, for the way I had let a simple misplaced object turn my morning into a storm. It made me think about how we move through our own lives. We are often so busy looking for the next thing, or worrying about where we are headed, that we forget the simple dignity of just walking. There is a quiet power in moving with purpose, in knowing exactly who you are and where you stand, regardless of the vastness around you. We spend so much energy trying to be everywhere at once, but perhaps the most profound way to exist is to simply be present, one steady step at a time, carrying our own history with us.

Ryszard Wierzbicki has captured this sense of quiet strength in his beautiful image titled Maasai Walker. It reminds me that there is a deep, silent grace in simply moving forward. Does this image make you feel like you are standing still or walking alongside him?