A messy day here in Maine. Dark, rain, on top of a layer of snow. Some fog too_____. A good day to stay in. A day to begin to pick up rooms for the holiday. Take a day off until its done.

Black coffee on the right. Some Claude Debussey, now to ease into the day. Perhaps a day for poetry, and musings.

The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost

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.

I sometimes feel I have taken a less-traveled path. I remember this poem from childhood. And I wondered about such a path and understood it to be one I wanted to look out for. I always watch for the unusual thing to experience. Such things seem to be found by chance.

Chance____this is something we run across. It is impulsive, a quick decision____ending in the sense of gladness, that it worked out well in the end. Often it proves we will or have learned of something we never thought of before. We may even associate luck with the experience.

Sometimes it is people we meet that are a part of our experience. They are the chance! The rare teacher, someone who becomes a good and rare friend. Sometimes they change the course of our lives. Such people stand out. Often they feel like someone that is a kindred spirit. Thomas felt that way. And he said, I felt this way for him. Luck? Chance? The decision to go to USM, I would not have met him otherwise. Yet our lives touched from a distance a couple times we would learn, though never meeting at that time.

One experience: I was on my first honeymoon in Campabello’s Fog Forest, and I heard in my head. “This is alright for now, he is out there!” I thought, “What a thing to have in your head when on a honeymoon!” This voice has popped up at times. Alas! That marriage did fail, and it turns out Thomas was nearby where I was, at the same time I was there! He was citing trees in the woods, a part of his forest program. Do souls touch then? Some sort of destiny? I don’t know, but it seems we were to meet. Someone had told me I would marry someone by the name of Knight or Day____ My name is Nunes. Go figure. When I first met Thomas, I thought, “Why could I not have met someone like him, such a lovely gentleman.”

We have spent time talking about such paths taken. That such adventures are so worthwhile. I have this sense that I will move forward with myself, and one day a path will be just there ahead. Watch for those chances. They do happen. You can choose which one.