Good morning,
This month’s piece is in A minor, and the photo was taken on a forest path near the Brandywine Creek in British Columbia, on 35 millimeter film.
I’ve been reflecting on those times in life when we get knocked off the path we’re traveling — even if it’s a path we didn’t fully realize we were on. Getting back can feel impossible.
This is a meditation on seeking, finding, and getting back on your path; on gratitude; on resilience.
I invite you to sit with this photo and song and, if you can, make them a small part of your morning ritual. (Don’t have one? Get one.)
If you feel like it, let me know what you think in the comments.
Thank you for being here.
“Hope” is the thing with feathers -
That perches in the soul -
And sings the tune without the words -
And never stops - at all -
And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard -
And sore must be the storm -
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm -
I’ve heard it in the chillest land -
And on the strangest Sea -
Yet - never - in Extremity,
It asked a crumb - of me.- Emily Dickinson (#314)
Photo
35mm film / Brandywine Falls Provincial Park, British Columbia
Available as a print
Music
On The Path in A minor / Recorded in Logic Pro / Written and recorded by Fog Chaser
Last month’s piece, Flight, now streaming (Spotify / Apple / Tidal)
Currently
Reading Pilgrim at Tinker Creek by Annie Dillard (Powell’s)
Re-reading / reflecting on One Thing I Don’t Plan to Do Before I Die Is Make a Bucket List by Kate Bowler (The New York Times)
Listening to Green Bus by The Innocence Mission (Spotify / Apple)
Looking forward to spending as much time outdoors with my wife and pup as possible. What are you looking forward to this month? Let me know in the comments.