The Mud(dy Way)

Daily Meditation 1,087–2/26/2025

It’s spring!

If you live pretty much in the top, oh, 1/4 of the planet, you know what that means:

Mud.
Lots and lots of mud.

This spring was no different.

My wife and I couldn’t wait to get out of the house and start walking every day, again, so we went to City Park and did one of our usual loops around the large deer enclosure.

Needless to say, it was a disaster — much of the path still did have sticky, wet snow and a lot of the rest, instead, had sticky, wet mud.

As we came around the far side and were on the dirt road going back towards the car, we got to a low spot.

It looked like a more real-life version of “the floor is lava,” except it was “the floor is puddles where you have no idea how deep any are and is the narrow, muddy way between the puddles going to hold?”

I lead the way along the scant “paths” of mud between the enormous puddles and we quickly discovered it was soft. Very soft.

By the time we were in the car, our shoes, socks, and feet were soaked.

But there’s a lesson. That’s the great thing about philosophy — the more you think on anything, the more you realize there’s always something…