When the Path Changes

On our grateful walk, Bella and I came upon a break in the path.

The road we had been walking…
steady, familiar, easy…
was suddenly cracked open
and falling away into the sea.

For a moment, we paused.

Not because we couldn’t continue—
but because we had to choose
how we would.

There was no straight line forward anymore.
No perfect path.
No clear edges to follow.

And yet…
we kept walking.

Carefully.
Present.
Trusting each step as it came.

It reminded me how often life changes
without asking for permission.

The path we thought we were on…
the roles we built…
the expectations we carried…

sometimes they don’t gently fade—
sometimes they break.

And when they do,
we’re not asked to go back.

We’re asked to walk forward differently.

Not with certainty—
but with presence.

Not with control—
but with trust.

And maybe that’s what rising really looks like…

not a perfect road ahead,
but the quiet courage
to keep walking
even when the path has changed.