There are many reasons I like to hike. For one, I like being reminded that just when I think I have reached the end of the trail or the top of the mountain, I have not. I have to keep going to reach that summit. And that feels a lot like all of life. A lesson in patience there.
Another great thing about hiking is the surprise in finding mushrooms along the way. In Maine they seem to make their appearance in August. Some are so tiny, so wet and delicate, they are half the size of a dime. Some are hanging off a rock that is hanging off a mountain’s cliffside.
While mushroom hunting this morning with my kids I got to remind them to just look. To leave things alone and let them be. This lesson in respect, in not needing to touch and own everything that delights us, was well-taught with something as magical, strange, and beautiful as a mountain path’s wild mushrooms.
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