The Healing Journey

October 9, 2024

In the end, in our grief, there are two paths that diverge. Sometimes we stand at their intersection and wonder and wonder and wonder which path to take. At first, they appear to be the same, but they’re not. 

One is the path that leads us nowhere, and the other is a path that will take us on a healing journey. Sooner or later, we all have to take the first step.

Do you remember that poem by Robert Frost that you read in high school?

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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