tales for dreamers: at the end of a pilgrimage

The path is littered with broken stones. Tall trees fail to provide adequate shelter from the elements, which are anyway indifferent to your plight. Underground creatures detest your loud, disturbing presence in their quiet lives. 

Yet, you continue to walk. Driven by the sheer belief that at the end of your pilgrimage, you will find what you seek. 

Relief. Redemption. Freedom?

Perhaps, even God?

You keep going. You keep climbing, keep stepping up. 

Something inside of you keeps you moving ahead.

Something inside of you recognizes what it expects to see on the outside, at the end of the pilgrimage.

What could it be? 

Light? Joy? Bliss?

Something divine?

And so you keep going. 

Driven by a desperate desire to find a solution to all your problems, a cure for all your aches, a panacea for everything that troubles you.

At long last you reach the top, and what do you see? 

A vast emptiness on one side. A mirror on the other. 

One, a reminder that there's nothing on the outside. The other, a reminder there is only one place to seek answers in.

Which will you choose?

Last week's image info: The 'invisible horses for the wagon' were grazing at the Mountsberg Conservation Area, just before we entered the Sugar Bush for maple season activities.