This morning I went for a walk to a forest close to our home in Briceni and was reminded of two Frost poems. These living poems are a little hint at feelings that visit me while I walk, and I'd love to share them with you now:
Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
Anytime I get to go for a walk, this comes to my mind. It just makes you wonder about all the decisions you've made, and it makes me thankful for most of mine.
The Road Not Taken
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 a 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 marked 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.
Last month we got to go to Ocniţa and meet up with two volunteers, Natalie and Maryam. Maryam showed us the train station there and some of the town. It is close to Briceni (our northern sister, as it might be considered) and very beautiful. Here are a few shots from the day.
