Everyone's Sacred Rite of Passage

The images that fill my mind, when I contemplate this. I see paths, long and winding, some taking a high and some the low way...some paths with sunshine...some paths lit by the moon...some paths alive with the magical sounds of wise Owls and bold hawks over head.

A rock on the side to sit and reflect with a slow moving brook to refresh, fish and take a drink, like the Garden of Gethsemane or the mount of Transfiguration, or the holy place where the great I am instructed Moses through the burning bush...all those places, all those experiences... a sacred rite of passage for every soul-mind to self-discover!