The Road Not Taken



A Road Less Taken, originally uploaded by Steven & Monica.

Here’s us with Suzanne and Cyrus, walking through the tall grass in the deep North Woods back in August. It seems so long ago, and look, it’s green! We’re looking forward to a holiday visit with Suzanne and offspring in a week or so, but we won’t be wearing our shorts any time soon.

There are many things to love about dear Suzanne, and one is that she is the most enthusiastic person I know who literally wants to take the road not taken whenever possible. I am feeling very grateful to have re-connected with some really fabulous people like Suzanne (and not even because I am hoping for one of her fabulous hand-knitted hats) that I knew as a kid, but didn’t really know, through the wonders of facebook.

I’ve bumbled along trying to articulate this before, but it’s strange to realize all at once that you gained this (or, in my case these) rich relationship (s), but also missed out on not having it/them for 20 years or more. A gain and a loss. Then again, it is what it is now. In the present — and it’s exactly as it should be.

So, twenty years after high school I have found new/old life-long friends like Sue, Kara, Earley, Jen–who all have a connection (sometimes complicated) to the hometown I willingly abandoned one day or so after graduation. It seems safe to say we’ve all taken the road less traveled.

The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost

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 kept 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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