Right now, just as we assimilate word after word, feeling upon feeling, breath in and breath out . . .
Those are some thoughts that arise when I see comments that often strike me for their “ring of truth,” and so, I gladly offer them up to you.
One of my favorite poems is “The Road Not Taken,” by Robert Frost.
Sounds a lot like you described in your post on seeing your ex. You captured something that’s universal — how love grows in several directions over different periods of times in one’s life.
How did you end up in Sweden anyway?
— Michael J
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Thank you for your insight Michael! “The Road Not Taken” happens to one of my favourites as well . . .
Wanderer, your footsteps are
the road, and nothing more
wanderer, there is no road,
the road is made by walking.By walking one makes the road,
and upon glancing behind
one sees the path
that never will be trod again.Wanderer, there is no road,
only wakes upon the sea . . .
“. . . How love grows in several directions over different periods of times in one’s life” . . .
That was very beautiful and real. It means a lot to me right now.I am Swedish although I prefer to take bits and pieces from all over the world and make them my own country. Hope to see you here again.