Stepping Stones
Last month, I went on a short retreat to a small picturesque California town. As we settled in for the weekend, my friend took us to a nearby preserve nestled in a beautiful valley.
At the center of the valley was a riverbed. We removed our socks and shoes and ventured out across the stones, which were a mix of above and below the low-flowing river.
Familiar feelings came back quickly: a mixture of playfulness and adventure, with a sense of unsteadiness and vulnerability. Some stones were smooth, dry, and sturdy, while others led to wobbles, slips, and sharp pangs underfoot.
