We have had a real break and since our return a couple of days ago it’s been hard to get back into the swing of things. The life of an Edwardian upper class gentleman is rather enjoyable template for life although I’m sure we would soon get bored!
So once the bags were unpacked we went for a long walk in the forest and came to a meeting of paths which looked quite different when we last ventured here in the Spring. It reminded us of Robert Frost’s poem:
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveller, 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 travelled by,
And that has made all the difference.
When Frost first encounters the diversion of the ways they both look much the same, only later does he decide that he took the one ‘less travelled by’. The road less travelled, the well-trodden path? Our thought, for what it’s worth, is that they sometimes each leads to new vistas and exciting activities and sometimes either path simply…..just…..peters……out. You are left standing under the trees, bracken and gorse all around, one minute there was a path and the next….nothing.
Go back to the last intersection, take the next path, and enjoy the diversion you have just taken.
I guess the aim, which we will strive for in 2013, is to maintain confidence in our decisions, not to regret with a ‘sigh’ or deflect our energy into what might have been but travel onward from this moment, happy and in the present.
The bears looked up, the trees moved gently in the breeze.
“Come on, let’s go back to the hut and have a cup of tea”.