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.
The road less traveled is harder to traverse - we are still cutting the path before us. Machete in hand, sweat dripping down the brow, scrapes and bruises on the skin, all we can do is keep slashing through the heavy brush one branch at a time.
As artists and healers and mystics in this new age, we have a lot of opinions and attitudes going against us. Society's warped standards do not help anything. Doubt is not far behind our footsteps, trailing our every move.
It has been hard for me as of late to remember why I am going against the grain. Why did I choose this path? Why do I let others' opinions of me affect my whole being? Why should I feel ashamed of what I do? Why should I let other peoples' judgements about me and my work halt me on my path? What do I actually do?
And then I come across something I wrote on FB a while back:
My name is Marissa.
I am a Moondaughter, crystal hoarder, and intuition follower.
Ultimately my work is about helping people experience the ebb and flow of the Moon in their lives, creating balance, harmony, and touching their divine feminine essence.
(because living cyclically in tune with nature, the elements, seasons of the earth, sun and moon, and the Divine is where it's at peeps)
That is what I do.
I am not confused.
I remember. My passion is important. My spirit is important. My message is important. My freedom to follow my spirit and passion is important.
And so is yours. We all have our path to follow. No one else can walk it for us. We must be willing to crawl on our hands and knees, in the thorns and the mud, to walk down our road less traveled. We must get past not only external judgments and societal standards, but our own egocentric and debilitating thoughts to just be.
Be who you are. Speak your wisdom. Speak your truth. Have courage to let your Spirit be.