84 YEARS OF ROADS LESS TRAVELED | Unveiling Hidden Gems In Life | Choices And Paths | Life Over 60

Welcome this is Life Over 60 with Sandra and I am Sandra Hart. I want to welcome all of you in my community. Thank you for stopping by again today and for all of you who are new or maybe you've just tuned in I hope you will enjoy this video. Today it's going to be a little bit different. You know my channel is not usually like all of the other channels. We have some different conversations and different things going on here. But as you know I did a lot of traveling this summer. Between the months of May and August I was in Dallas, Texas and I was in Lexington, Kentucky and then I went to Traverse City, Michigan and then back down to Nashville where I spent most in the rest of my summer. While I was there I was thinking about my travels and I was thinking about life and how when you travel along in life there are a lot of different paths you take and a lot of different roads. And I put all of the footage together that I took while I was driving or being driven around the different roads in all of these states. And I thought it might be interesting for all of us to while you're watching this to think about your life. Whether you're young and you're just starting out and you have roads to travel yet that you do not know or maybe you are 50, 60 or my age or older and you have traveled those roads and you know what paths you have taken to get where you are today. I hope while you're watching this narrative that I've done, I hope while you're watching it you will think about your journey to come or your journey that you have had in your life. It's a little bit different today but I hope that you will stay with me and enjoy what's coming ahead. I have recently thought about the roads that I have traveled in my life. Winding, winding ones with arching dogwoods that never failed to bend to the north winds. Causing them to release their white blossoms down. Down to kiss the road they were guarding. Breathtaking country lanes that I wished that I could walk for the rest of my life. Side roads traveled with muddy tracks and ruts that made them hard to navigate. Ones that blocked me in my travels. Detours that made it difficult for me to find my way. Solitary roads lit only by the moonlight that challenged me. Highways with miles and miles of golden red leaves that signaled to me that getting older and change can be beautiful. That reminds me of a poem that I was inspired to write when I was traveling the road through the Sinai Desert with my husband. We were on our way to Egypt in the 1980s. Since ancient times the vast Sinai Desert has served as a buffer separating Egypt from the east. Arthur and I were both in wonder of the road that cut through that vast expanse of sand. Once in a while we saw Bedouin encampments along the way. But the rest of the was silent. Nameless surgeon cut the paper edge road exposing her soul. Ancient majestic arms rise from the sands and stretch toward her god. Tears slide silently from her eyes and fill liquid pools of her pain. Travelers will come along that surgeon's mark between her breasts. Trespassing each shadow each sunset we wonder at her beauty. Her life becomes a part of us and we inhale the powers of her spirit. Robert Frost once said in his poem roads less traveled the road not taken the one less traveled has made all the difference. Now in my ninth decade the map of my roads traveled and less traveled has found me to be a solo traveler. I am navigating those winding roads with joy and purpose because I know in reality I am never alone. I can think of my days today my roads traveled living my life on the road less traveled and it has made all the difference. Diving conscious like a dream you and me. I want you to know that wherever you are in the world however young or old you are know that you are never alone and you can navigate whatever roads you come across in life. No roadblock can stop you if you believe you can. No road travel will lead you astray. No road traveled will be useless or wasted. We all have a journey each and every one of us. Yours will be different from mine. Your roads may intersect with some of mine but your journey will be unique to you. Mine is leading me home just right where I belong.