New Roads. New Possibilities.

 

I recently spent a week in the Smoky Mountains with my family.  I had driven past the Smokies many times before.  Always en route to a further destination, with never enough time to journey off road to visit the national park or to know the mountains in any meaningful way.  This time, was different.  This time, I did not have hyperactive children in the backseat threatening to self-destruct if I stopped to explore.  This time, there was no crazy deadline to meet in order to insure our “vacation” time was utilized efficiently.  This time, David and I had time and energy to explore mountains. And so we walked. We walked roads we had not traveled before, which made them seem longer, and more challenging.  The constant barrage of signs warning us to be “Bear Aware” made the walks seem a bit foreboding- should we be on this road? But we continued, past rushing streams carrying waters from higher altitudes, along bends and up steep inclines that made our backs and calves sing not very nice words in our ears. Our exploration of new roads and new possibilities rewarded us with new appreciation of mountain songs of water and birds, the scents of flowers we could not always see, the textures, and the design of something much greater than ourselves.  The walk back seemed not so long, not so challenging, because now it was known territory, which is always more comfortable but never quite as magical.

As we begin our new journey as Epic Dance Studios, I am reminded of the great Robert Frost poem, The Road Not Taken.  New Road. New Possibility.

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.