Two Roads.

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

Sunday, October 9, 2011

Beauty in Life

"To know the beauty of life in every breath we take, to feel heaven's tears in every drop of rain and the breath of angels in every breeze that caresses the skin; the wonders of a child's laugh and the hope in every new spring flower. Oh, how I so easily forget that each new sunrise is a gift to be taken in with every fiber of my being and then harnessed into the strength needed to survive life's battles. " ~Nicole 2011