Recently I’ve been drawn to poetry. Rumi is my favorite poet thus far. It’s so interesting what emerges when we give it space and no judgements. I think my love for poetry has always been deep down inside but never did I really entertain the idea.

I remember in 8th grade we had a school assignment to memorize a poem. Everyone searched through the book frantically looking for the shortest poem ever created. I think there was one about a bat and it had 10 words. I heard that poem at least 15 times on the day we had to get in front of class. However, I found Robert Frost and just had to choose The Road not Taken. At the age of 13 I wanted to memorize the longest poem imaginable! I think I was 13 going on 30. Also, I was so shy at that age that choosing to stand in front of the classroom to memorize the longest poem ever was so out of character for me. I still can’t believe I did it!

I guess my love for poetry was always there throughout the years waiting for me to return. I really shouldn’t be surprised that I still love words and how it can create art. I’m not surprised I chose that poem because it almost feels like this life of mine has always led me to the road less traveled. Whatever it is that calls your soul, don’t be afraid to get curious and take that less beaten path. Who knows it just may lead you home.