Crossroads

Do you ever hear a little voice in your head? Mine talks to me all the time. One of my little voice's favorite things to do, is to recite the last few lines of The Road Not Taken, these lines:

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

This then, in turn, reminds me of a beautiful song by Eric Clapton called Let it Grow.

Standing at the crossroads
trying to read the signs
To tell me which way I should
go to find the answer
And all the time I know

Plant your love and let it grow.

Let it grow
let it grow

Let it blossom
let it flow

In the sun
the rain
the snow

Love is lovely
let it grow.

Looking for a reason
to check out of my mind

Playing hard to get a
friend that I can count on

When there's nothing left to show
Plant yout love and let it grow.

The train signal picture brought memories of crossroads in my life flooding forward. I hope the picture coupled with the verse and song will remind you of times when you have stood at a crossroads and tried to figure out which way you should go. Eventually, you just pick one and go. Slowly at first, maybe, or zealous. The speed with which you travel is not as important as the fact that you chose and started. Choices can be debilitating for some. Immobility can seem like the only neutral choice. To sit and think and ponder is seductive. Read the signs. Make a choice. Walk a road. You can always double back and try something new. There is time for mistakes. If you always picture a crossroads as a train crossing, it will be a good reminder to keep moving. If you don't, you'll get hit by a train.