I’ve been thinking a lot about paths lately. Primarily-because my beloved is constructing a gravel path at the side of the house. Work on the path commenced two years ago, continued for about a week, then stopped and it’s stayed stopped ever since.
(The problem being that the job list is too long, the days too short and the bank balance insufficient for the various demands on it!)
During the stoppage, the route from wash house to washing line became perilous. The dug out section would fill with water in winter, becoming quite moat like at times. It all looked a bit like a building site. Very unfinished and unloved.
I have always been partial to this particular snippet of zen wisdom.
‘There is no path to happiness, Happiness is the path’
At the moment, I am taking this very literally. Happiness is my gravel path. Every time I look out the kitchen window, I’m overjoyed. No more ankle twisting forays to the washing line for me!
There is something very metaphorical about paths. There was a time, a few years ago, that someone very close to me was sick. They had travelled a long way down a path where the only glimmer of light to be found was at the bottom of bottle. It looked as if there was no way back.
But there was. With help and support they got back on track, kicked the bottle and found some real joy in life.
At the time, I discovered a poem by Patrick Kavanagh about a hospital, which had an uncanny resemblance to the hospital I was spending so much time visiting.
Let me quote you a few lines:
A year ago I fell in love with the functional ward
Of a chest hospital: square cubicles in a row
Plain concrete, wash basins - an art lover's woe,
Not counting how the fellow in the next bed snored.
But nothing whatever is by love debarred,
The common and banal her heat can know.
The corridor led to a stairway and below
Was the inexhaustible adventure of a gravelled yard.
Our hospital had a garden surrounded by a gravel path.
Walking around the garden, talking to other people in a similar boat was an intrinsic part of the recovery process.
‘The Hospital’ became a sort of mantra for me during that period, because of Kavanagh’s unique ability to find beauty, hope and radiance in ordinariness.
It was what I needed to believe in.
During visits, we too trudged around the path enjoying the spring sunshine, the crunch of the gravel, and reflecting on the inexhaustible adventure of it.
Forgive me if this post has been a bit meandering. Paths are a bit like that. Sometimes it takes longer than you expect to get to the end of them. Sometimes you don’t end up where you expected.
I really like that quote about happiness being the path. Those who truly master it are far happier I’m sure 🙂
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I can relate to so much of this I don’t know where to start. Unfinished paths and roads. The dark path to despair. Hospitals. I’ve been in hospital a week yesterday and it really got on top of me this morning, anxiety-wise, but I’m hanging in there. I feel (and probably sound at times) like a sick child, but this too shall pass. I hope. Thanks, Marie.
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I’m sorry John- hospital is a hard place to be and it sounds like you’ve been through the mill lately. Really hope you feel better soon. Mxx
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I love your meandering down that gravel path and I too think there is something special about pathways infact it’s the title of a book I started writing several (too many) years ago and maybe one day when I may meander to the end of that book… As you say life is busy and moves along at a rapid pace. You’re so right though, it’s the simple things in life that can inspire happiness just like your new gravel path! Enjoy… x
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Thanks so much Wendy- I really hope you get to return to that book when the time is right.
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Me too… I will.. xx
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I like you meandering – this was both uplifting and poignant. Life takes us down many paths we would not choose but then the gold is there in the journey. Thanks again Marie.
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Thanks so much. What a lovely idea that there is gold in the journey.
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Paths are fun and can lead to some pretty amazing and interesting things.
I hope your wash house path is near to being finished! I hate when the bank balance doesn’t keep up with demands, too, lol. It needs to be bigger!
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Thanks Vanessa- it’s getting there! Am ridiculously excited about it!!!
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Can’t wait to see it! I hope you’re able to post a pic or two. 🙂
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God, Chez Shea, this post blew me out of the water. Thank you.
To me, one of the most profound acts is seeing the beauty in ordinariness.Your post, the poem, your writing (including the meandering) all helped and uplifted my consciousness.
Many, many blessings,
Debbie 🙂
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Aw, Debbie, what a lovely comment. Thanks so much. xxx
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This is really beautiful and I could relate to much of it, especially the poem in the hospital which reminded me of the months that mum was in there and we visited daily, trudging the same paths. But the path you’re on now sounds so much brighter. Wishing you joy in what lies ahead.
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Thanks so much Miriam xxx
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You’re such a gifted storyteller. You pull me right in. Shared in my Posts of Note.
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Thanks so much. Your lovely comment has made my day. xxx
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I’ve already commented on this post, and I just wanted to say Chez Shea that I’m so happy Nikki put it on her posts of note. It’s a gorgeous writing. 🙂 Blessings
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You are so kind, Nikki xx
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Perilous though it may be until completed, at least your laundry path is not steep, winding, and full of rampaging kamikaze cyclists!
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The stuff of nightmares!!
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How lovely. I think that you and I probably are on similar paths, and long may they meander
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Thanks- that is a lovely thought. I hope so too
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Quote is captivating . Well-expressive post
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Thanks so much
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Really like the poem – pretty much sums up long-term hospital stays I’d say. Your friend must have been very glad to have you through trying times.
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Thanks Suzy- lovely to see you back. Hope you had a good Summer.
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