As I wandered in the peaceful footsteps of Leonardo da Vinci in his garden, I found myself learning about wandering in a way I never imagined. A path that rises and falls over natural contours is like life, full of ups and downs. Where it touches the banks of the lake there is a natural pause for reflection while being captivated by reflections. When the path takes an unexpected turn with a new direction following, I am surprised at the view presented unexpectedly, like life’s curve balls. Thank you Leonardo, no more predictable rhythm from me.
