STOPPING BY WOODS ON A SNOWY EVENING
“Stopping by the woods . . . Lovely, dark, and deep . . . *
Yeah . . . that poem.
(For those of you who know some Robert Frost. . .) I’m getting through it, though.
“. . . But I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep. and miles to go before I Sleep.”
That deep, dark Scandinavian Funk jumped out and grabbed me just as I was getting rid of the “Evil California Toddler Virus” that settled in during the holidays.
How easy to withdraw from everything and smoothly drift into those Dark Woods. It attracts . . . .
But Nature spoke – and I remembered I have some promises to keep. A few hundred books to read. A mother, to be. A grandmother, to be. A teacher, yet to be. I’m a soul who hasn’t been called out of this earth yet, into those deep, dark lovely woods. Oh, man, I was tired! Of everything.
And then I saw the bunny tracks.
I was too tired to be out there on my driveway, to shovel the snow away, even though it wasn’t deep. But there are those rabbit tracks!! About three feet apart! That bunny wasn’t tired on my driveway! How absurd that “big me” should be holding back when that little rabbit had used so much energy to get across.
See? Sometimes, and even for you, it might be just the smallest thing speaking to you from the Real World, from Nature, and if you add a little humor, a little irony or absurdity, you are snatched back into that Real World and you participate in a whole new outlook.
Well, it can happen. I know what being “trapped” is too — but here again Nature showed me what really being trapped is:
Just a moment later, after I enjoyed those rabbit tracks, I saw this leaf. The wind was blowing on it and it had left tracks too, but not what one would expect.
The end of leaf is trapped. Probably in some under the snow. Instead of making forward progress and “getting somewhere,” the leaf has been going around and around in circles.
Mmm-hmmmm. I could draw a lesson from that too. I’ll just draw my own lesson; you can draw yours.
I rejoiced with the rabbit. I took pity on the leaf. But both made cute tracks, lovely patterns, and both left their mark that — they existed.
Robert Frost had a really, really good reason for writing that poem, and just because that’s a common experience to us all, it’s a good idea to read it again; become familiar with it in your now new stage of life, however long you’ve been living.
(Memorize it, for fun! Ha ha! No teacher making you do it!!!)
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