Walking the Path

II stayed at my dear friend’s place in Bethells for a few days.

One dewy morning I walked to the edge of the lawn to drink in the view. Then I walked back. As I looked over the grass, I noticed the faint trace of my footsteps. There and back. That’s all it took - a path had begun to form. It felt like a small, quiet miracle.

Make it stand out

The path emerges as we walk it, one step at a time.

I often talk about the power of small steps and neuroplasticity: how we forge new pathways in the brain by being mindful of where we place our attention. To see a path emerge under my own feet made the idea suddenly vivid and alive.

Habit, it seems, doesn't need grand gestures, it needs repetition and a little patience.

There’s a gentle encouragement in that sighting. If we keep showing up, however modestly, we begin to shape our world, and ourselves. The route isn’t carved by one decisive stride but by the many tiny returns that say, again and again, “I’ll come this way.” Over time, those returns become the map we follow without thinking.

So today: notice the faint trails you’re already making. What footsteps are you leaving, and where do they seem to be leading?

With you, Maya