Goin' Down the Mountain

       Just a quick post this morning... About a year-and-a-half ago, my purse was stolen.  I lived "down the mountain" at the time.  Today we need to drive to the Barrow County courthouse for a hearing for the burglary suspect.  I may or may not need to testify. While we're there, we will visit family and friends - make a day of it - and, then, drive back up the mountain.
     We rarely drive down the mountain.  There's something about being here... We just don't want to leave...
Is it the beauty here? The general honesty and integrity of the people?  Or something more?  I believe there is a beautiful spiritual state here. 

     LORD, please give us traveling mercies today. Let us accomplish everything we set out to do; then, return us safely to our little farm.  Thank You for Your MANY blessings.     Amen.

         Shalom Y'all -
                  Twyla

                                                           The Road Not Taken



                                           Two roads diverged in a yellow wood
                                           And sorry I could not travel both,
                                           And be one traveler, long I stood
                                           And looked down one as far as I could
                                           To where it bent in the undergrowth.

                                           Then took the other, as just as fair,
                                           And having perhaps the better claim
                                           Because it was grassy and wanted wear,
                                           Though as for that the passing there
                                           Had worn them really about the same,

                                           And both that morning equally lay
                                           In leaves no step had trodden black.
                                           Oh, I marked the first for another day!
                                           Yet knowing how way leads on to way
                                            I doubted if I should ever come back.

                                            I shall be telling this with a sigh
                                           Somewhere ages and ages hence:
                                           Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,
                                            I took the one less traveled by,
                                           And that has made all the difference.

                                                                               Robert Frost