Leave a Trail

“I will not follow where the path may lead, but I will go where there is no path, and I will leave a trail.

Infinitely will I trust nature's instincts and promptings, but I will not call my own perversions nature.

Each receives but that which is his own returning.

Each hears but that which is the echo of his own call.

Each feels but that which has eaten into his own heart.

I do not bemoan misfortune. To me there is no misfortune.

I welcome whatever comes; I go out gladly to meet it.”

— Muriel Strode, Wind-Wafted Wild Flowers (1903)