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.
~ Robert Frost
“We get the love we decide we deserve…”
Deeper and deeper I would go,
Deeper into myself I found peace in the hidden brook,
The lonely patch of sunshine piercing the forest canopy;
The gift of life seen in flowers struggling to view the sun;
And the gentle, great rocks on which to lay and dream and play.
Sounds so soothing and gentle;
The drip-drop of dew from leaves;
The chirp of nearby cardinals,
And the ever present owl watching me.
Discovering life in the forest,
A sign said “Off Limits” to all,
Helen’s Note: The YouTube Title of the Video unfortunately reflects the ignorance and sensational approach of the person posting the video. It does not reflect my views or that of the blogger originally writing about this wonderful transgender woman.
by Lisa Gagliardi
Appearances can be deceiving, as we learn here. Watch as the judges get quite a jolt when this lovely soprano quickly turns into a tenor.
If for a moment God would forget that I am a rag doll and give me a scrap of life..
I would value things not for how much they are worth but rather for what they mean.
I would write my hatred on ice and wait for the sun to come out, with a dream of Van Gogh I would paint on the stars a poem by Benedetti, and a song by Serrat would be my serenade to the moon.
With my tears I would water the roses, to feel the pain of their thorns and the incarnated kiss of their petals…
I wouldn’t let a single day go by without saying to people I love, that I love them.
To a child I would give wings, but I would let him learn how to fly by himself.
To the old I would teach that death comes not with old age but with forgetting.
I have learned that everybody wants to live at the top of the mountain without realizing that true happiness lies in the way we climb the slope.
I have learned that when a newborn first squeezes his father’s finger in his tiny fist, he has caught him forever.
I have learned that a man only has the right to look down on another man when it is to help him to stand up.
The Puppet (excerpt)
Gabriel Garcia Marquez