There's a path that leads to nowhere
       In a meadow that I know,
     Where an inland island rises
       And the stream is still and slow;
     There it wanders under willows
       And beneath the silver green
     Of the birches' silent shadows
       Where the early violets lean.
 
    Other pathways lead to Somewhere,
       But the one I love so well
     Had no end and no beginning--
       Just the beauty of the dell,
     Just the windflowers and the lilies,
       Yellow striped as adder's tongue
     Seem to satisfy my pathway
       As it winds their sweets among.

    There I go to meet the Spring-time,
       When the meadow is aglow,
     Marigolds amid the marshes,--
       And the stream is still and slow.--
     There I find my fair oasis,
       And with care-free feet I tread
     For the pathway leads to nowhere,
       And the blue is overhead!

    All the ways that lead to Somewhere
       Echo with the hurrying feet
     Of the Struggling and the Striving,
       But the way I find so sweet
     Bids me dream and bids me linger,
       Joy and Beauty are its goal,--
     On the path that leads to nowhere
       I have sometimes found my soul!

                                  CORINNE ROOSEVELT ROBINSON 

It doesn't really matter where the picture above was taken.  It is beautiful and could mean something different to everyone who looks at it.  If they did go back to the spot on the beach where this picture was taken it would look different.  The boats would be different.  The sky would be different.  The moment would be different.  But on this particular day I was with family on a beach on St. Lucia looking over toward Pidgeon Island.  As a Traveling Mom we usually have to have everything planned out and all the details taken care of because we have little ones that we are taking care of as well as ourselves.  But I love those moments along the way where we find ourselves on the path that leads to nowhere.

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