A stairway took me to the middle of the Gualala Bluffs Trail.
I turned to the right and saw a host of flowers blooming along the path.
Some were planted
and cared for with loving hands.
Others were wild
and ran with rampant joy.
Flowers will be flowers, and I love them all.
Soon I came to the end of the trail. There was a finality to the sign because it resembled a grave marker.
As there was nowhere else to go, I turned on my heels to head back.
Ice plant blooms lifted their faces to the sun.
Rock roses swelled against the backdrop of an intense blue sky and lone palm.
Succulents burst like green stars above the river’s channel, leading into the great Pacific Ocean.
A carpet of gazanias seemed to cheer me on like sideline supporters during a race.
I passed the stairway where I first entered, but quickly arrived at the other end of the trail. It struck me that this trail had no beginning.
As humans, we don’t remember our beginning. We become sentient one day and we’re already on the trail. The only thing expected of us is to journey to the end, wherever that end may be; wherever the trail leads us.
Photos © Sondra Sula.
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