fifty-six years ago today, beloved poet, Robert Frost died… he has been so with me today as i re-member fifty-eight years ago being at the inauguration of JFK where Frost delivered the inaugural poem which was to be Dedication only the sun’s glare kept him from being ablle to read it so he recited another of his poems….

funny, i would have sworn it was this poem or Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening, i guess that day began a lifelong love of his poetry with The Road Less Traveled taking center stage …

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.

~

this meditation on choice, such a touchstone, as we all come to forks in the road where we need to pause and tune in to the silence of the heart… listening… listening…