That one. The quiet healing road.

face-portrait-duality

I am torn between two ways to handle this doldrum that has been going on for weeks, really since January, when I did at least get down a few small poems. The first way is to give in, to enjoy the light on flowers— yesterday white daffodils and white iris in the dusk— to enjoy this beautiful place, rejoice in the animal presences (Bramble at last comes up here to my study and curls up on the daybed…), to live the slow quiet rhythm of a day as a kind of healing. The other way is to ask a great deal more of myself, to drive myself, and hope to break through into deeper, more valid places.

~ May Sarton, Tuesday, March 9thThe House by the Sea: A Journal


Notes:

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  • Inspired by Robert Frost’s “The Road Not Taken” – […] 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.

17 thoughts on “That one. The quiet healing road.”

  1. “The first way is to give in … ,” so I ‘can’ (in italics- why don’t we have italics??) see the light on the flowers. “The second is to ask a great deal more of myself … .” Pause. Yes, there is a great deal more of myself.

  2. There is a time to smell the roses and a time to plant them. However, one must either plant them or stumble on them before they can smell them. But one must stop if they are going to smell them taking in all they have to offer to our body and mind.

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