Who do I think I am? Insisting on my way so.
I finally notice the fallen tree that bars my path. Instead of searching for a means around the tree as before, I stop and listen. “Where do you want to go? What bars you so, surely not me, a mere tree across your path.”
Indeed, my job search is proving to be a challenge. Yesterday was two calendar months from that last day at work. Every day I journey into the woods now realizing that the path is not clear, trees block the way, and my compass spins at times.
Today as I prepare for my day in the woods, I seek out a favorite poem and I listen:
On a Tree Fallen Across the Road (To Hear Us Talk)
By Robert Frost
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
Insisting always on our own way so.
She likes to halt us in our runner tracks,
And make us get down in a foot of snow
Debating what to do without an ax.
And yet she knows obstruction is in vain:
We will not be put off the final goal
We have it hidden in us to attain,
Not though we have to seize earth by the pole
And, tired of aimless circling in one place,
Steer straight off after something into space.
Ready now for my walk. Best wishes to all who search today for work, meaning and a new home.