No Longer Yours

As we descended from High Camp, a beautiful alpine meadow on the NW flanks of Mt. Adams, we passed by a large cairn, built rock-by-rock by hikers on that trail. It isn’t unusual for us to find cairns along the trail, but it isn’t often that I stop to contribute a rock of my own.

Today, I did.

It just seemed like the right cairn, on the right trail, on the right day. Picking up a squarish black rock, about the size of a book, I held it for a moment, considering what it represented. Setting it softly down on top we moved on down our trail, knowing that we had just left behind what is no longer ours to do.

As you continue on the trail that is yours to travel, what might you leave behind that is no longer yours to do?