This week we were supposed to choose a word
as inspiration for the year.
Not an easy thing for me to choose.
I don't so much like to be tied down and beholden
to just one word.
Then again maybe I am just not that deep....lol.
Sally had sent a prompt with the word
"Journey" on it as an example
and it stuck in my head.
Up top is the view from the end of our property
and where I wait for the school bus everyday.
It is actually a road up to another house after
a whole lot of twists and turns
around and around.
Delivery men hate it.
It's one of those crazy things however,
over the years of standing here,
I start to boil over ideas
of what COULD be up there!
Much like the "FRAGILE" box
from A Christmas Story
the mind allows that
There could be ANYTHING up
around the next corner.
This road follows a journey
you can't see where you are going,
the road there might be a bit steep,
and there are some moments of
"Am I really going to get there?".
I guess at this point in my life
I have taught myself to ENJOY the journey.
It may not be the one I imagined,
but it is a good one just the same.
...and really has anyone ever said it better then
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel
And be one traveller, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I
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
no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
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
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