Two roads diverged...or maybe more?

My memory is pretty bad. It always has been. I've had therapists who've wondered if I suffered some early childhood trauma because my memory is so bad. But, as Maya Angelou has said, I also always remember how someone made me feel. Or, how an event or time in my life made me feel. I think. Unless I've forgotten because it was so traumatic, I suppose.

I remember memorizing Robert Frost's poem, "The Road Less Travelled" for an oration assignment in high school. I always felt I was taking the unmarked path, not as rebellion, but always curiosity. I see myself now at a distinct fork in the road -- one between career and family, school and unschooling, growth and regurgitation of my ancestry, egotism and connection, conformity and committed individuality. I suppose the fork is multi-pronged or even infinitely so. The less trodden path can be a never trodden one -- of which, there are many.

I read a book to my 5 year old Princess Rose and 2.5 year old Fairy Luz tonight that Princess had picked out. "The Three Questions" we had read many times before, though it had been months since we last read it. Tonight it made so much more sense to me. It is based on a story by Leo Tolstoy -- a boy seeks answers to three questions:

1) What is the most important thing to do?
2) Who is most important one?
3) When is the right time to act?

Simple truths in story and song told and sung eternally.

Be here now. Love the one you're with.

So I snuggle Princess and Fairy after a romantic visit with the Chef Hunter Gatherer. I feel grateful and happy for my bounty. I hold my girls when they are screaming or fighting or distraught. I hold them when I am overjoyed. I got the message tonight from a discussion forum that I should hold Chef, be kind, gentle, loving and make his life happier. The way is clear, though the road unmarked and less travelled by.

How exciting to be here now. How wonderful to love the ones I'm with.