Thinking more about Milk, I find myself wondering about the trailblazers. It’s always someone. Or a group of folks. They travel the path enough times that it gets worn. And familiar. Did he know he was wearing it down such that others could trod with ease? I’m pretty sure he did. At least to a certain extent. Which makes me think and wonder about all those who came before. When the grass grew thick, when no path was clear. Knowing about Milk, having a movie for millions to see is so important. Yet there are so many others about whom we don’t know. We will never know. So I’m thinking about them, wanting to know more.
And also thinking about how we, my own little family, my boy, others we know, may be putting our foot down on barely trod pathways. Yet how we can also look around, reach out, and know those who have already made those pathways a bit easier to traverse.