Tuesday, September 21, 2010

The Autumn of My Life



12 comments:

  1. 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

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

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  3. 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.

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

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  5. 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

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

    quid

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  7. 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.

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  8. 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

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  9. 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

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

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One may have a blazing hearth in one's soul and yet no one ever come to sit by it. Passers-by see only a wisp of smoke from the chimney and continue on the way. ~Vincent Van Gogh~ Pull up a chair...

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