Reflections: Waiting At A Crossroads…
“You are now at a crossroads. This is your opportunity to make the most important decision you will ever make. Forget your past. Who are you now? Who have you decided you really are now…?” Anthony Robbins
Don’t think about who you have been. Who are you now? Who have you decided to become? Make this decision consciously. Make it carefully. Make it powerfully.” Anthony Robbins
Crossroads by Joyce Sutphen
The second half of my life will be black
to the white rind of the old and fading moon.
The second half of my life will be water
over the cracked floor of these desert years.
I will land on my feet this time,
knowing at least two languages and who
my friends are. I will dress for the
occasion, and my hair shall be
whatever color I please.
Everyone will go on celebrating the old
birthday, counting the years as usual,
but I will count myself new from this
inception, this imprint of my own desire.
The second half of my life will be swift,
past leaning fence posts, a gravel shoulder,
asphalt tickets, the beckon of open road.
The second half of my life will be wide-eyed,
fingers shifting through fine sands,
arms loose at my sides, wandering feet.
There will be new dreams every night,
and the drapes will never be closed.
I will toss my string of keys into a deep
well and old letters into the grate.
The second half of my life will be ice
breaking up on the river, rain
soaking the fields, a hand
held out, a fire,
and smoke going
upward, always up.
At some point in our lives, we reach a crossroads, a four corner path with no clear clues on which one to take. For some, it’s easy to shut the eyes and choose. For others, it is time to sit, wait and contemplate which road will lead us to the gate; our place of personal nirvana. I’m at a crossroads and I’m torn between a few uneasy options… the answers are not apparent so I must sit and wait…
“The writer operates at a peculiar crossroads where time and place and eternity somehow meet. His problem is to find that location.” Flannery O’Connor
At the Crossroads by Sadie Tiller Crawley
He stood at the crossroads all alone,
The sunlight in his face;
He had no thought for an evil course,
He was set for a manly race.
But the road stretched east and the
road stretched west,
And he did not know which road
was the best;
So he took the wrong road and it lead
And he lost the race and the
He was caught at last in an
Because no one stood at the
To show him the better road.
Another day at the self-same place
A boy with high hopes stood;
He, too, was set for a manly race
He was seeking the things that
And one was there who the roads
And that one showed him the
way to go;
So he turned away from the road
And he won the race and the
He walks today on the highways fair
Because one stood at the
To show him a better road.
Sometimes we get calls to make a decision about an important, life affirming event. We huddle with those we trust, we mull over the facts, we recommend A over B and then, we sit and wait. When some inkling of an answer arises in our chest, we act on it. Are we always right? Are we sometimes wrong? Are we able to look truth or evil in the eyes and name it…? More below. My condolences go to Trayvon Martin’s family…
“At every crossroads on the path that leads to the future, tradition has placed 10,000 men to guard the past.” Maurice Maeterlinck
“We had no knowledge that our lives had just changed. You seldom sit at a crossroads and know it’s a crossroads. But from the ovation forward, my life was not going to be the same.” Alex Raffe
The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveller, 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
Whether we have a 5, 10, or 20 year plan, we can’t guarantee that all our plans will come to fruition. Sometimes we might make a wrong turn, take a short cut, meet an unforeseen mountain, and then we must wait and contemplate a way out or find another door in. That is life with all its surprises… Whatever happens, we must never be silent even while we wait; especially where injustice has left its mark… that is where growth lies. What are your thoughts? Have you read any of the poems above? Which Crossroads poems comes to mind? Do you have any experience of being at a crossroads? How did you handle it? Do share! Thank you. 😉
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Positive Motivation Tip: We reach a point in our lives when we meet a crossroads. WE must choose wisely, prayerfully and with care… Go Grow!
- To Crossroads We Come (bipolarmuse.com)
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