The Road More Traveled
I recently picked up an early personal growth book I was given in the beginning of my own road to some deeper level of self awareness.
The Road Less Traveled by M.Scott Peck written in 1975. It immediately brought me back to a time of personal upheaval in my life through a divorce/family structure & the perception of stability after a 24year marriage I then also reflected on my Road Traveled and the 13 years that have passed since then. It seems I have been blessed to have found more of a Road "More Traveled" than less like that book title promised if i only followed the wisdom within.
During my 54 years living in NY & working in NYC for 29 of those years There were two main roads that were famous for huge pot holes .The FDR Drive and the Cross Bronx Expressway. Those roads would be the victim of the continued freeze thaw and road salt process of the weather in the northeast. They would put a quick patch on it then watch its release of that asphalt band aid the next spring. The road side was a hub cap grave yard with 100s of interesting trophy's strewn along side the gauntlet. Once and a while a entrepreneurial soul would hang them for sale hoping perhaps that the original owner looking for an unusual match to his missing hub cap might stop by.
I then started to reflect on how at times I have still chose to drive that Road More Traveled in some ways .I then of course wonder why on those occasions I feel the all too familiar life jarring pot holes. I love the insightful mantras that support us find a smoother road to drive on like~ Don't go to the hardware store to buy a loaf of bread~, The definition of insanity is doing the same thing and expecting a different result. My personal favorite is~ That only on a very rare occasion does a tree crash into the front of a car. Perhaps the poetry below may be an invitation for us all to drive on that Road Less Traveled in your journey and mine.
Namaste
Garry
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AUTOBIOGRAPHY IN FIVE SHORT CHAPTERS
Portia Nelson
I walk down the street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk
I fall in.
I am lost ... I am helpless.
It isn't my fault.
It takes me forever to find a way out.
II
I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I pretend I don't see it.
I fall in again.
I can't believe I am in the same place
but, it isn't my fault.
It still takes a long time to get out.
III
I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I see it is there.
I still fall in ... it's a habit.
my eyes are open
I know where I am.
It is my fault.
I get out immediately.
IV
I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I walk around it.
V
I walk down another street.
