Tuesday, September 21, 2010

The Autumn of My Life



12 comments:

Eric Alder said...

Speaking of The Road Not Taken.

Angela Recada said...

A wonderful poem that has more and more wisdom and meaning, the older we get. I hope you're enjoying the Autumn of your life.
xo

Kelly said...

Beautiful, Marion!

Opaque said...

Now that the path has been chosen... stand by it...

Terresa said...

Love the Frost poem, no matter how many times I read it, it still strikes my heart. Beautifully arranged flower petals, too, with such care, and the remembrance to take the road less traveled.

Titus said...

Beautiful post, Marion - wonderful combination of paper and petal.

Woman in a Window said...

What a beautiful way to post, Marion. I love this poem very much.

I have discovered, for me lately, that it is better for me to not look at the path at all, but to just go. It is a great new wilderness I have entered. I turn when I sense danger, when someone cries, or when I see light on the horizon.

love to you too
xo
erin

quid said...

Just a lovely post... and I love the new backdrop to your blog.

quid

Marion said...

Ah, Marion, I love this poem. It makes me quite emotional every time I read it.

Just the right time to post it, too! And I love the beautiful petal heart.

Marion said...

Such sweet posts. I thank you all and appreciate you so very much.

I can't get this poem out of my heart this time of year. I got married to my high school sweetheart at age 18 on September 30, 1972. So every September as the light changes, the date approaches and the seasons are in upheaval, I ask myself if I've taken the right road and I look back and say, YES! I know I couldn't have it any other way because I wouldn't have my children or grandchildren. It seems like fate, by now, you know. And who can argue with fate. Love & Blessings, all xoxo

audrey said...

Beautiful, Marion.
How can we ever know if we've taken the right road? We must make the most of the choices we've made... and not waste precious time wondering "what if"...
♥ audrey

Elizabeth said...

I had to memorize that poem in the seventh grade and can still recite it completely -- thirty-five years later!