Equivocal Equinoctial Point

Uncertainty indeed on this equinox. Each day potentially could be a ground-hog day, that is to say a day by which we shall shift consciousness simply by choosing a different path. Such as I wrote in a recent post The Road Not Taken, where I recognized the difficulty of the path I had been taking and in a blink decided to take the unworn path. It proved to make a difference  as now fearlessly I travel on my new path which is literal as well as metaphorical. The old path, the old way will suspend us in fear.  Letting go of the old, releasing what was will allow for the new to emerge with splendor while liberating self from fear.

So be it on this day of balance and equality where the light and the dark are at an equinoctial point. Now standing on the edge of the abyss patiently waiting for the created new paths to replace the old worn out fear paths. Patience in each moment of breath is what must be, patience for the unknown.

I surrender to the patience, understanding that a delay is divine intervention. I trust in the process and allow for the appropriateness of creation in right timing……. Today I shall buy the flowers myself.

Love and Patience,


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 travelled by,
And that has made all the difference.

Today I found myself choosing a path that I had not taken before. Was always there and I always had the option though I could not see it until my consciousness shifted. What created the shift? Was it the crows that called upon me to look up? Was it the wind that blew on me which had me look down. Or was it that I just grew weary of the fear of the old path and asserted my choice of a better way. Upon this realization a path appeared that would prove to make all the difference.

Love and Trust,

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