I’ve arrived to an intersection,

the long journey inward,

expecting nothing but silence

to neutralize the recent events.

I comprehend that knowing means nothing

and the ego takes care of the rest

with its nagging chit-chat

covering the path with doubt and negativity.

The gibberish that arrives must be exterminated

so I can continue traveling down the road

aligning self to spirit,

wishes to dreams,

grace to awareness.

The voices have subsided.

I am searching for the calmness

of faith and blessings

as hope floats upward.

Life is lived with love,

the inward version of infinite wisdom,

and I vast in the light

of a new beginning and the distant road

allowing the Divine to lead the way.

20 thoughts on “Crossroads

  1. Susan

    Very, very nice. You provide words for how I feel. Today I nodded and smiled, I didn’t cry. Am I healing? Thank you for allowing us in.

  2. Sweetie, this is a beautiful piece straight from your healing heart. It will take time, and sometimes you’ll feel like you’re taking 2 steps back for every one step forward; but don’t let that discourage you. You’ll come through this with much grace and a deeper faith than you can even imagine right now. Give yourself time; but mostly allow yourself to forgive yourself for anything you feel you did/said wrong. I know you know this intellectually, but please know it emotionally as well. I love you and I’m always here for you.

    1. Oh, sweetie, thank you. I am being gentle with myself. I hadn’t realized how exhausted I’ve been. I slept most of the day. I went through the scrutiny already. Now it’s just time to heal, move forward, and let nature and God take charge. Thank you for your love and support. Talk soon!!!! You are wonderful. love you bunches!

    1. Robyn, thank you. I am feeling anew today after much rest. Another day of being gentle and allowing spirit to guide me and I will feel like myself. I hope you are doing well, my sweet friend. Much love. Gracious for your thoughts and prayers.

  3. 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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