Welcome to the Wakefield Doctrine (the theory of clarks, scotts and rogers)
This is the Doctrine’s contribution to the Six Sentence Story bloghop.
Hosted each week by Denise, the rules are simple, the stories are always a surprise.
The prompt word:
SILK
Every road has a direction.
You would not be held in lesser regard for maintaining that this should be obvious and, in fact, the defining characteristic of roads and trails, paths, ambitions and all transitions between A-and-B. Many of us discover, (or are lead to accept, willingly or otherwise), that knowing the direction our life is an essential insight, at least to those hoping to make the most of time we all have been given.
Unlike roads and trails, paths and… ok, maybe not ambitions, but definitely that portion of existence spent getting from A and B, the gift of free will, while seemingly an indispensable tool in establishing direction, is not a guarantee of a happy life.
While many roads are of stone and gravel, rough and uneven, their hinderance to passage can be a gift of incalculable value; to be aware of progress is to be able to alter it.
A way, (a path, trail or, even, ambition) that is silky soft, all too often lacks this quality; the rougher the road, the greater the opportunity to learn as we move forward through life.
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About clarkscottroger
The path with heart…easy to comprehend, not as easy to follow…but then again, what with value is?
If you can see your path laid out in front of you step by step, you know it’s not your path. Your own path you make with every step you take. That’s why it’s your path.” J. Campbell
(Double Six…have one more in the chamber?!)
errr… don’t tempt me
have something in smudged charcoal involving Sybil (but, as I type, the sun is coming up and that sometimes has a way of scaring off the more extreme of the muses that slide around in the pre-dawn house
the Path with Heart, while eternal (for each of us) is never not beneficial, even when it’s a brief glimpse, like when a kid in the backseat of your parents car going somewhere that involves driving in the night… waking for a brief minute and looking out the widow to see an unknown place, totally unconcerned with who is in control, only to drift back to sleep, where unknown places (and brief glimpses) are the norm.
Smudged charcoal…my favorite shade…I say fire on all cylinders!
H… s…, you’ve got to tell me your make of coffee!
If you are riffing like this at 6 am, in a reply to a comment…goddamn and freezing hell, man!!
What a delightful six sentence sermon.
Thank you!
Good point that free will is not a guarantee of a happy life. Also good point that traction on a silky soft road is like getting traction on a sheet of ice.
thanks Frank
We can create our onward path in any way we see fit, Clark, and have the free will to veer from it whenever and however many times we like. The path we end up on may not be the exact original path of ours, but it is still the path we create for ourselves! 😉
good thought… not surprising as we, all of us (here in Blogville) spend so much of our time considering reality and the world around us (sometimes, but not always a redundant exercise).
The stronger the storms, the tougher the oak tree grows.
well stated
Upwards and on-ways!
tru dat