The Path Less Travelled

There’s a certainty to nature, I think to myself as I walk along a trail with my family on Thanksgiving weekend. So many aspects of the outdoors are unpredictable—grey skies can brighten in seconds and, similarly, a sunny day can turn stormy before you even have a chance to produce an umbrella—and yet, something about nature does seem so inevitably grounded in an unchanging reality. Maybe it’s the way that, year after year in the fall, the leaves turn crimson and flutter to the ground; maybe it’s the way I watch the fiery leaves every year at this time with the same awe.

Roots cross the path I walk, creating a kind of haphazard staircase covered in pine needles, fallen leaves and the occasional fern. Massive, mossy rocks line one side of the trail; the sparkling shoreline on the other side is framed by red and orange leaves. It is beautiful, and fleeting, because while the forest hasn’t completely turned to fall—many of the tall trees are still green—in the grand scheme of time I’ll blink and the trees will be skeletons sitting in pools of coloured leaves. But it is in that certainty, that time will pass and the trees will do what they do every autumn, that I find solace as I walk.

Somehow on our afternoon hike, my family and I have traversed off the trail we meant to walk. We planned to take the short route, soak up the scenic sights before heading into town for a bit. But we’re on the longer route now—something we discovered only when we realized that the walk was taking a lot longer than we had thought it would. We laugh about this as we continue walking, past a little waterfall trickling into a stream, past fallen birch trees with white bark.

Nature might be sure of itself, certain that the sun will rise in the morning and set in the evening and life will carry on—but as humans, we aren’t always as certain about our own lives. Sometimes we end up on the wrong path (both literally and figuratively). When this happens, we have to look at where we came from, figure out how we got to where we are and decide where to go next. Because sometimes, we’re actually on the right path—we just, for whatever reason, doubt that it is truly what is right for us.

We’ve all had those moments in life where we feel as if we are standing at a crossroads, looking at two paths, imploring one of them to show itself to us as the correct one to travel down. There is no way to be certain in life that we are going in the right direction—we have to trust ourselves and the decisions we make, and be brave enough to turn back when we’re wrong or forge ahead when we’re right. As poet Robert Frost wrote, “Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—I took the one less travelled by, and that has made all the difference.”


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45 thoughts on “The Path Less Travelled

  1. Beautiful, descriptive writing. The scenic route of your walk ha salsa been beautifully captured and I loved the spiritual application. Thank you for sharing.

  2. A really great post, Sherina. I definitely agree when you say “There is no way to be certain in life that we are going in the right direction—we have to trust ourselves and the decisions we make, and be brave enough to turn back when we’re wrong or forge ahead when we’re right. “. Before moving to Canada, I had the option to stay in my home country and finish MBA there or take a risk and come to Canada and start a new life. At that time, I not only made a decision to choose Canada, I also made a commitment that whatever happens next, I won’t blame my this decision. And now I say that I made a really good decision. On the other side, I don’t know what experiences I missed as you can only know the road that you traversed.

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    On Wed, Oct 11, 2017 at 12:08 PM, sherinaspeaks wrote:

    > Sherina Harris posted: “There’s a certainty to nature, I think to myself > as I walk along a trail with my family on Thanksgiving weekend. So many > aspects of the outdoors are unpredictable—grey skies can brighten in > seconds and, similarly, a sunny day can turn stormy before you ev” >

  3. This post truly has me in awe Sherina Harris. It’s so amazing how you can turn one walk in the Forrest with your family into something so deep and connecting. It’s inspiring and I love it ❤️

  4. You have a gorgeous way with words Sherina! And your photos capture the moments perfectly too.
    We own a property here in Australia and we’re forever discovering new things on the paths less travelled. There’s a new type of tree, new birds best, new view. We love firsts here at Peperty 😊 We’re just heading into summer so enjoying all things becoming green again. Enjoy your Autumn!

  5. Wonderfully engaging read. As a fellow writer, I was completely enamoured with your stunning descriptions of what you observed on your autumn stroll. The photos are also beautiful, but your power of the written word was what captivated me most.
    Looking forward to following and reading more of your work, Sherina!

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