I KNOW THE ROAD LESS TRAVELED

"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..."

It wheedled me to let go of the big things and the small things, the great, the minute, every fiber, every string, and every strand of certainty in between. It demanded I surrender, even the dream, the vision, the goal, the ways that I know, the path plain in sight, the familiar I cling to, of thoughts rooted in mind...

" Be willing to thread your own road, though solitary it may seem."

Life has been speaking to me, and it went on to say, "if you desire to live your truth, you will find the path you once thought to be lonely, filled with those who travel the way you do.

What has life asked of you lately? It is asking a big thing of me...to let go of what seems to be just EVERYTHING, in order to make room for the new. And so I did...

"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"

~ excerpts from "The Road Not Taken," by Robert frost

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