Yesterday was a busy day and didn't go quite as planned. I'm feeling a few steps behind today and I'm nursing a cup (or stein as my friend Karen would say) of coffee and pondering instead of doing.
I've been thinking a lot about the ideas of direction lately and how to find it. Choosing a path...how to stay on course...how to make time for wandering...wandering in the right way, because sometimes wandering becomes floundering, and that's not what I want to do...
All topics for another day, but these are subjects that rattle around in my head when I'm not chasing kids or poking wool with needles. For now I'll leave you with a well-known poem by Frost that I love, and my favorite quote from Thoreau so you can do your own pondering.
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.
~Robert Frost 1915
" All that I could say, then, with respect to farming on a large scale- I have always cultivated a garden- was that I had had my seeds ready. Many think that seeds improve with age I have no doubt that time discriminates between the good and the bad and when at last I shall plant I shall be less likely to be disappointed."
Henry David Thoreau from Walden
Have a great day, everyone.