"You have to leave the city of your comfort and go into the wilderness of your intuition. What you'll discover will be wonderful. What you'll discover is yourself." ~Alan Alda
A warm September evening, and I arrive there for a business trip.
Let's take a step back, though. Back a couple of weeks, and a decision. Where to stay, on this upcoming trip. It would be just me traveling, and the clear choice was the chain hotel with all the amenities, just off the freeway. A choice that had been handed to me, in preparation for this trip.
What about staying at someplace less mainstream. What about this place off the main road, at the foothills of these beautiful mountains.
The information was sketchy. No website, per se (except the generic bed and breakfast listing – and a couple of pictures).
Or the hotel chain.
You know those moments, those moments when you "just know". It's like your heart is reaching out, giving you the answer.
Do you listen?
Do you listen to that voice within?
Or do you try to block it out, going with the "safe" answer, the "accepted" choice?
Back to that warm September evening…
It might not seem like much, it's just a place to stay for a few nights while I'm out of town.
This bed and breakfast, inviting me in as I arrived (with careful steps on a dark, dark evening).
Midweek, off-season…the caretakers of this old and elegant home living next door…there is refuge in this home, completely alone.
After days filled with work, and some off time exploring the surrounding area…I would find myself drawn to the living area of this place that became home for a few days. And in that, moments to read, to reflect, to be still, to "be"….
Just me, and this house.
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 marked 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
What are you listening to? Are you listening to that voice inside, the one that speaks your heart desires?
That voice…perhaps it feels like these diverging roads. That voice of your heart…the one less traveled by.
What are you choosing?
It makes all the difference…