Finally the ambient light of the kibbutz lost its eminence. Clouds rolled past the moon leaving it exposed to reflect its lunar light. The path's pebbles, defined only by shadows cast from the moonlight, cluttered every step. Only a surefooted move would prove useful. Wadis obscured the ridge trailhead, leaving a steep drainage for the ascent. With all direction based on bearings, each slipped footing brought second guesses, doubts, and fear.
When all paths are concealed, can mere direction propel a person forward to keep walking, taking the next step? It seems that when one is immersed in unfamiliarity, the search necessitates innovation and creativity whether during the journey or in hindsight. The boundaries of a trail exclude the subconscious; the journey is prescribed. Sometimes bearings are all we have or all we need, and when we leave the trail we subject ourselves to the uncertainty of our subconscious. A fuller sense of self discovery is revealed.
