Monday...

December 7th, 2009 I reflect upon Robert Frost's:


67. The Road Not Taken

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; 5

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, 10

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I marked the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way
I doubted if I should ever come back. 15

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. 20

Saturday...

December 5th, 2009...sometimes...sometimes...reflection only leads to more questions...sometimes I believe I search for answers too earnestly...of all things I know...I know this...I am far from perfect...but I know that perfection is not the matter of the day...sometimes...you must just breathe and be...sometimes you can't just breathe...sometimes you must just breathe and be...sometimes you must wait and see what it is your dreams have already foreshadowed...

If I were to throw a rock into the lake...ripples would follow...have you ever wondered how the rock comes to rest upon the sandy soil...or are you too busy watching the movements of the water...if you had your choice which would you be...the rock in the water...or the waves of water...

For some time now I have lived and learned from consequences of my choice...today I reflect back upon the choice I made in the absence of my father...a decision I made as a father...some things in life come easily...without question...but it is what perplexes us the most...and how we respond to that which defines us...

I recently met a young man who suffers from what will likely be terminal cancer...the first time we met he was weak and did not smile...his parents were with him...it was the first time we had all met and the exhaustion they had endured was evident...the second time we met...was exactly like the first with the exception that this young man greeted me with a smile...I responded with a smile and a nod...sometimes words only complicate matters...sometimes a simple smile says more than any words could ever hope to convey...for that moment...I will always remember that young mans face...of all the people I meet he will rise above...it is my hope that his soul has a safe journey...

jwcIII