“Where are you going kitty cat?”
Just about any cabin is magical to me!
There is something special and magical about waking up early when staying in northern Canada.
The world slowly and quietly rises with the sun while a seemingly endless peace surrounds you.
There’s something so magical about water crashing or rolling over a cliff creating rushing streams and splashing droplets.
Definitely soothing for your soul.
“a walk is only a step away from a story, and every path tells.”
― Robert Macfarlane
“Later I discovered there were different types of roads. And a different way of walking on each.”
― Rohinton Mistry,
“Not limiting your beliefs opens pathways to infinite potential.”
― Steven Redhead,
“When we are unable to change an event that has already been written in the stars, we are always presented the opportunity to surrender to the heart and find a new pathway to peace.”
― Molly Friedenfeld
“The path that reveals itself to you is the path you are meant to take.”
― Toni Sorenson
“Don’t look around for the path you are meant to follow, forge it yourself.”
― Toni Sorenson
“It isn’t enough to pick a path—you must go down it. By doing so, you see things you couldn’t possibly see when you started out; you may not like what you see, some of it may be confusing, but at least you will have, as we like to say, “explored the neighbourhood.” ― Ed Catmull,
“Choose the right paths for the journey of a lifetime.”
― Lailah Gifty Akita
There is a lot of poetry and prose written about paths; so much so that we look at every path with eyes tinged with nostalgia.
Especially those places that are not usually treaded or run of the mill. For example, forest paths.
There is something so poignant and mysterious about the path that appears in the middle of a forest. Secluded, sometimes overgrown, and mysterious.
But most of all, hidden forest paths are surely Severely Magical Things.
Photo Source: Fascinating Photographs Of Forest Paths.
Photographs courtesy magical roads that cry out to be tours.
“I felt my lungs inflate with the onrush of scenery—air, mountains, trees, people. I thought, “This is what it is to be happy.”
― Sylvia Plath,