the road less traveled…

Great picture and sentiments from  One Fit Widow on Facebook – an amazing woman who was widowed at a young age and now helps other people get their lives back on track after bereavement. Her main approach is helping people through activity and fitness, and she has much to say from her own experience of loss that others in similar situations will find helpful :

  


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 kept 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 (The Road Not Taken)

Finding the heart of the matter…

Was catching up with some blogs I follow, and this image by Dave Perry caught my eye  (from Visual Theology). He has posted some images under a series title of “Seeing the Unseen” – the kind of  things we might miss when we spend our days rushing around with our eyes on focussed on the screens of our smartphones!

Here Dave sees “a heart …revealed by the pattern of peeling paint on the side of a prefabricated building used as an outdoor store. The shape is unmistakeable and the moment of recognition truly delightful”.

  

Former things

The former Barony St John’s church in Ardrossan – brilliant night shot by Carol-Ann Walker.

 

Then he climbed the tower of the Old North Church,
By the wooden stairs, with stealthy tread,
To the belfry chamber overhead,
And startled the pigeons from their perch
On the sombre rafters, that round him made
Masses and moving shapes of shade,–
By the trembling ladder, steep and tall,
To the highest window in the wall,
Where he paused to listen and look down
A moment on the roofs of the town
And the moonlight flowing over all.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (Paul Revere’s Ride)

… there is a pier

Another great picture of Portencross, this one by George Crawford. Another angle showing pier and shore with Arran in the distance. (Ardrossan & Saltcoats Herald on Facebook)

 

Above Oblivion’s Tide there is a Pier
And an effaceless “Few” are lifted there —
Nay — lift themselves — Fame has no Arms —
And but one smile — that meagres Balms —

Emily Dickinson