As a woman coming of age in the 70’s, I… I chose the road less traveled by. I bucked up against societal norms, and at age 33 left my husband of fourteen years and my three young children. And, that has made all the difference. Some would say I had a choice. Did I?
While my actions could be seen as brave and courageous for the times, the early years were tangled with the low-level vibrations of guilt and shame. For many years after my flight the thorny snarls began to clear away and the higher vibrations gradually seeped in – wisdom, faith, and trust, leading to discovery of self. There is a long held axiom that we all have choice. I question that, especially when it comes to matters of the heart and the soul. The mores surrounding growth and stagnation were more prominent in the 70’s with specified, traditional roles for men and women. For example, “… a woman’s place is in the home,” and the marriage vows, “… love, honor, and obey until death do us part.”
I’m not mocking this, I bought into it. I lived it. The end result for me – I felt trapped. I saw no other choice at that time. My take-off was turbulent, but eventually I began to soar, a fearless side emerged propelling me into contact with some pretty amazing experiences. My inner voice took on a powerful momentum filled with wisdom, coaxing me along, reassuring me as my demons faded into nothingness.
It took almost half a century for me take that sharp turn away from fear and into love and forgiveness; my spiritual birth right – my true authentic self.
My “happy ending” remains unfinished. I’ve discovered that forgiveness is the gift that goes on giving. The powerful mystery of life continues. . .
Two roads diverged in the wood, and I…I took the one less traveled by, and that has made all the difference. – Robert Frost, The Road Not Taken