There’s a path through the trees behind my house that I love to walk on weekend mornings, which has a shorter path or longer path to choose from to get back home. This morning, I couldn’t decide which path to take, so I told myself that perhaps by the time I reached the fork in the path, I would have a clear answer.
About three steps away from the fork, I noticed a shadow of a bird on the ground near my feet. I looked up, and there was a hawk flying right above me, heading straight toward the longer path. Needless to say, I willingly followed its guidance, and walked in awe of the ways we receive support when we open, listen, and trust. Life will move us, and live through us, if we allow.