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.