Back to the Path
Sometimes we find ourselves struggling with what feels like a wall—something immovable, resisting, in the way. It can come as a mood, a circumstance, a block in the mind, or a tightening in the chest. We label it an “obstacle,” something separate from our movement forward, something to fight, avoid, or wait out.
But there’s another possibility—one that doesn’t require force, only presence.
What if the obstacle isn’t in the way, but is the way?
What if the very thing that seems to be pulling us off course is actually the path itself—just hidden in a form we didn’t recognize at first?
This is the turning point: instead of resisting the discomfort, we meet it. We lean in. We soften around it. We breathe. We don’t demand that it go away; we invite it in. Not with the logic of the mind, but with the openness of the body. And then something begins to shift—not outside us, but inside.
The tension eases. The illusion thins. What felt like a wall begins to dissolve.
We see: the obstacle was never separate. It was the path all along—just disguised in form.
And with that recognition, we’re not forging some new trail—we’re returning. Back to the path. The one we’ve always known beneath the noise, beneath the striving. The path that was waiting in stillness for us to remember how to walk again.
Not as a hero marching forward.
But as one who simply remembers the way.
Spiritual Gravity 