The first day.

Hello. After what seems like a very long time, I finally came upon a name that sums up what I hope to blog/write about. Slightly funny, perhaps too much inspired by this fallish time of year, but nonetheless indicitive of this journey that I seem to find myself on ... almost daily. Well, of course I am there daily but, what I mean is, that daily, at least weekly, I find myself deep in thought about the journey and the ways that it has ended up so differently! In a beautiful way.

I have taken a different path, as many of us have. A different path from my parents & siblings, a different path for my family, certainly a different path than many of my peers. A different path than myself ever thought I would take. I continue to be surprised with the joy I find in things I never thought would be mine to experience.

I have been inspired by, in several seasons of my life,  the wonderful Robert Frost poem, The Road Not Taken.  I want to reflect on those seasons and as I ready to enter a new one, share the journey...get it out of my head and onto something...electronic paper? I have no delusions that people will find any of this interesting. The thought terrifies me. But here it is...for better or worse. I am a pilgrim, a soujourner.

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 kept 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