I've borrowed this idea from Sally Nash who writes regularly here.
While we were on holiday this summer, Jon & I went to find a small village in the middle of the Cornish countryside. We were absolutely delighted to find this beautiful place either side of the River Fowey (rhymes with joy, yes really), including this stepping stone crossing.
I got out of the car and stood on one river bank looking across to the other. You can see the reflection of a sweet rainbow coloured bench on the opposite side of the river. The river is low, the water is brown but clear. Just under the water level is a series of chunks of wood acting as stepping stones and a young blond child is standing on one of these logs. The child appears to be weighing up whether they can go further across as the water laps at their calves.
I took this and then we walked further up the river bank. The heavens opened by that point and I was thankful for my new raincoat. By the time we got back to this spot, not far from where we're parked the car, the stepping stones had disappeared under the rising tide.
Isn't it true in life that timing can be crucial and make the difference between getting from one place to another? Sometimes we might need to trust that the stepping stones are there and push forward, feeling our way through the water. Other times the tide feels like an insurmountable barrier. But, maybe we're not stuck, maybe we're just waiting for the tide to turn again.