“Two roads diverged in a wood, and I ~ I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference”. Robert Frost
This has always been my favorite poem and this last part rumbles around in my brain often. .
I’d like to think that my illness has been the less traveled road and while this journey is HARD; I will look back on this time as the turning point in my life. I will see that this, albeit difficult, road pointed me exactly in the direction I was always meant to travel. And that thought brings me great peace and hope for the future. .
📷: my favorite trail not too far from home. This is a picture from last fall. I can’t wait to walk it again when the fall temps come. 🍁
"Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-- I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference." -#robertfrost
We were alone, just two, risking it in the mountain woods, probably past the notorious bears munching on berries, perhaps past the snakes camouflaged somehow, but the best part was the rain that came after. We were dreading getting wet and I was nervous getting stuck in the mud, but we eventually reached a park bench, beneath a 🌲 and watched the rain pour down. And..."it made all the difference." #poetry#poem#poems#quotoftheday#quotes#quote#inspiringquote#ilovepoetry#classicpoetry#classicpoem
Out of all the little sayings I use in life to get me through... I use this one the most. So often we think we don’t know the answer to life’s big questions. We think we don’t know what to do in hard situations. I feel so often that when I think I don’t know the answer to something it’s because I don’t WANT to know the answer. I don’t like the answer and I am dancing around in a ring pretending I can’t find it. It’s an empowering truth that every answer to life’s hard questions is living within us waiting on us to open up enough to accept and receive. #robertfrost#poetry#theanswersarewithin#risesisterrise#risesisterrisesisterhood#whispersfrommotherearth#quietyourmind
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
Nature's first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf's a flower; But only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf. So Eden sank to grief, So dawn goes down to day. Nothing gold can stay. -Robert Frost- This has always easily been my favorite poem, discovered in The Outsiders. The thought that something so special, so magical, so unique could be there and then disappear again in a fleeting moment. To appreciate it when you had it, but then know it may be gone forever.
So many authors have written that Home is a person, not a place. Hemingway, Laura Ingalls Wilder, Angelou, Mitch Albom, Robert Frost. Everyone has said or thought it in one way or another, so there is probably some truth to it.
My husband and I have been house hunting and it’s dreadful. We went through the paperwork, got our pre-approval, a realtor and disappointment. I don’t particularly have “high standards.” I don’t care about stainless steel appliances or closet space, but I do care about having a space we can grow into. Which is apparently hard to find.
My husband reminded me he’s happy wherever we are as long as we’re together. Deep down, that’s how I feel too. We don’t need to move from our current home, there’s no time crunch or motivating factors other than wanting more space. My husband is always good at reminding me to take it a day at a time. No rush. .
This is a beautiful place to be. One of accepting as is, one of non judgment and one that is truly freeing.
When we can see the soul as it is - amazing, beautiful expansive we are more easily able to love without restrictions.
Each soul I encounter I love for I see beneath the layers, I see you as you are and I honor you!
Namaste beautiful one 🙏🏻❤️
The road less traveled, the narrow gate, off the beaten path. The unpopular choice, going against the norm. Different words, same meaning. ..
Sometimes we want to "fit" in so badly that we go with the flow, oh but what if we choose the path no one has been down before instead? What if you walk through the narrow gate and blaze your own trail? ..
When you look back on your life, wouldn't you rather be able to say "I chose my path and others followed?" instead of "I wish I had followed my path, my dream instead of doing what was expected of me?"
Follow your dreams and blaze your trail!
“Whose woods these are I think I know...”
And so the literary pilgrimage continues with a lovely little jaunt into New Hampshire to see Robert Frost’s farm, which inspired much of his poetry—followed by an impromptu road trip to Vermont to visit the stunning Queechee Gorge.
“And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.”