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Thursday, April 19, 2012

A to Z "R" is for Road: a metaphor

I was thinking about roads today while driving home from work on a...well...a road.  Sometimes my inspiration just shouts, "Duh!" at me.

A road.  Not quite two lanes wide: in fact, closer to one lane wide where it squeezes between a cow pasture and a tall oak woods.  It is blacktopped.  My remote, little corner of the world no longer has the quaint, dirt roads lined with dog  roses and daisies.  A sign of the times, I reckon.  Blacktop and all, though, they still meander in their narrow little way, up and down over the sides of creek hollows.

                                              
"A cowpath." my dad used to say.  He was never much for the fourlanes, or the fast lane.  Unless he was off to see some wonder of the world--as described by a farming neighbor, or my mom.  Mom was keen on seeing those sights that defied a ho-hum reaction.  Both of them liked to be amazed.

Amazed...the places where roads took them. But they always came home to the farm, following roads until they came to their little winding cowpaths.  And life was good.  Simple people, life's roads took them on a humble journey.  They lived, they laughed, and loved... all fitting the humble roads of life they traveled.

                                          Photo credit: Janet Gill


Roads as a metaphor for life's journey, has been well-used over time.

"Two roads diverged in a yellow wood." is the first thing that comes to mind when I think of roads in that respect.

Jack Kerouac's "On the Road" is a shining example.

We can be on the road to riches, the road to ruin, or the road to hell paved with good intention.  And I am sure that all of us have stood at a fork in the road.  And lest we forget, "The Road is long, with many a winding turn...that lead us to who knows...where..." written by Bobby Scott and Bob Russell.

I-- for one, am on the road to getting my first book published. :-)

I have never strayed far off of the cowpaths. Even so, the years go by and roads change.  Perhaps, the sign of the times is a metaphor for my life.  The laid back simplicity of a dirt road is long gone. Most cowpaths have been replaced by paved and lined highways that are faster and busier.  And no one stops to smell the roses or pick the daisies.

Maybe I am just getting old.  Let me check my rear view mirror- yep, a lot of road behind me now.  But, I smile as the memories of my journeys ripple through my mind, crossing time. I can't help but  think...the roads I have chosen (or, perhaps have chosen me) have brought me to a good place. 

And that, my friend, is all that matters.

12 comments:

  1. It's good to find you've wound up in a good place. Sometimes I think back to all the different turns I might have made and wonder where might they have led me? Then I think who cares? I'm here now, and IMO it's the road still ahead that matters.

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    1. So many forks in the road over a lifetime...

      And those roads diverging in the yellow wood...I think we can't help but wonder where the other one would have led us. :-)

      Thank you for visiting, Botanist!

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    1. Thanks, Zigzee... I love you too, bunches and bunches. I think we have to look at the roads behind us from time to time. It helps us to find our place in the universe... :-)

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  3. This is such a beautiful post. I have always been fascinated with "roads" and how they lead to somewhere 'unknown'. Glad to read about it from you!

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    1. Thank you Marjaan. How have you been? It is soooo good to see you :-)

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  4. Teresa, this was such a beautiful post. Sometimes (okay much of the time) I worry about the roads I'm taking. Do I want the cowpath, the four lane highway or the road less-traveled? There are days when I want them all and I just don't know if that's possible.

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    1. I understand what you mean. Your writing career is teetering on the cusp of taking off and changing a lot of things in its wake. I wonder if every writer thinks about that--about how their privacy would change if they became wildly successful. There was a time...now...I don't know. Yes, the roads... There is something to be said for the cowpaths :-)

      Thank you so much, for visiting and commenting, Johanna!

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  5. Cowpath for me! And anywhere I can be amazed- good to stop and take bearings now and then :-)

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    1. Ha! Lily...cowpaths are wonderful. I think our friendly little corner of the blogosphere could be classified as a cowpath-- on the grand scale of the blogging universe ;-)

      Thanks for visiting! :-)

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  6. Teresa, you amaze me, from A to Z! What a wonderful post! :)

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    1. Thank you, Dana! And you amaze and inspire me! I am so glad our paths crossed. It makes me wonder (and smile) when I think of all the millions of people online, and good fortune has me meet a wonderful person, writer, and blogger like you :-)

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