The tree the tempest with a crash of wood
Throws down in front of us is not bar
Our passage to our journey’s end for good,
But just to ask us who we think we are…
— Robert Frost
How many times have you come upon a sudden obstacle that seems determined to stop you from moving forward?
Such was the case for me a few weeks ago. A tree fell in the middle of my path and asked: “Who do you think you are?”
At first, I resisted.
This is a good and familiar path. I want to stay here.
Surely I can move this tree and continue on my way.
But there was a louder voice that let me know I needed to heed this call for change. It was time to be on a different path, whether I liked it, or not. Whether I was ready for it, or not.
Rather than sit with the familiar hesitation of these course corrections, I embraced it: thanked the path, honored the message of the tree, and made change.
And so it was this morning that I found myself on a different path, surrounded by a new community, and breathing joy.
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Photo ©2012, Jen Payne. Poem, On a Tree Fallen Across the Road, Robert Frost.