Sunday morning travels peacefully with coffee and French toast and snow and hay and scarfs. A poem by Robert Frost and an excerpt from Psalms.
Sometimes we must take the road less traveled, move away from the familiar. It gives us perspective, allows us to define ourselves on own our terms, removes the constrains of small town judgments.
Sometimes we must take the road back home. To feel solidly on the ground where our roots first grew. We must be strong of character to live in a microscope of the familiar.
For each man must choose his own path to joy. There is no single road to unearthing the self. For each pair of shoes carries the same scuffs and well worn love as the heart that walked those same miles.
May we seek only to encourage, never to condemn. May we nurture relationships that bring us joy and slough off the ones that prove less. May we comport ourselves with class and stand securely in the strength of our character. For whether anonymous in a big city or back on old stomping grounds, may we always act in grace and kindness. Your choices are yours – own them as such.