The long road of winter slows me down every year. I question what I am doing and why. I think about life more than usual. Why am I here? And where am I going? Down the long road…
Somehow in the shuffle of holidays and housekeeping and a heart full of winter worries, I have all but forgotten the blog. I have hidden away my feelings and preserved my thoughts for another day. Sometimes it’s just best to leave things unsaid. But I am traveling the long road and my journey is still taking me in directions unexpected. I am picking up where I left off and I am ready to share again, even if the next step is a challenging one.
So welcome if you’re just joining the journey and welcome back if you’ve been waiting for it to resume. It’s a NEW YEAR and we have this whole long (wonderful, amazing and difficult) road ahead of us. Let’s begin again…
THE ROAD NOT TAKEN
By Robert Frost
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
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