“The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.”
— Robert Frost
A late fall walk among the woods at Pawtuckaway State Park brought this poem of Robert Frost’s to mind, the words echoing in my head with each step. It’s a place Frost frequented, and I leave newly inspired each time I travel the same paths he may have.
The year’s gotten off to a fast start and, as I continue to revisit this place, making my way down these increasingly familiar trails is like winding through a labyrinth, a kind of moving meditation to slow things down and a reminder to pay attention to the present.
I look forward to your continuing company and have much to share in the time to come. Meanwhile, Happy New Year, dear friends, let’s make the most of it.