two roads diverged in a yellow wood…

A Visual of different, but wonderful, inner selves, shining outward as we travel our new path.

prolific soul

A poem I have always remembered…

“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 marked 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.”

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One thought on “two roads diverged in a yellow wood…

  1. Lucinda Tart July 30, 2015 / 2:06 am

    The above contains lines from a poem by Robert Frost. As a person who lives Well with Fibromyalgia, I too took a road less traveled. I continue to update my Wellness Plan as my life changes. I have found the gifts hidden within my road. My hope is that all Fibro Peers can find this.


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