Crossroads – perspective on the divergent path

Crossroads, OOAK Escher Snow Globe, Camryn Forrest Designs 2012

… Two roads diverged in a wood, and I —       

I took the one less traveled by,

And that has made all the difference.

 ~ Robert Frost, “The Road Not Taken”

When I thought of this poem, and the choices we make in life, I often thought of it literally: did I take the road less traveled when I move to a new city, or applied for a job, or learned a new skill? How about when I met new people and tried to understand their point of view? Should I make selections that others likely would not make? Does one see more or experience more on the backroads of life and not the highways? Does one need to make hard decisions to march away from the crowds to be true to one’s self? to reach new levels of understanding?

And then, with age, came a simple wisdom. As light and fresh as the first snowflake brushing against my face. I realized that the road less traveled by is a matter of perception, not location. If you are in a packed room, but your mind is not trapped there … you are on the divergent path as surely as if you were hacking your way through the overgrown jungle, discovering what only you could see and touch firsthand.

The perception of where you are, and where you want to be, is its own unique path. Or as a mentor once told me, “no matter what, the only thing you always have control over is your attitude.”  So the same staircase can be a “path less traveled” for one person and less so for another — if what they each think and feel is perceived differently. One staircase may take you away from pain, or toward love, or into the arms of adventure. It can be sure steps toward your goals, or a place to hide from your deepest thoughts. The same steps may represent bravery and risk, or may be the safe choice. It is not the stairway that creates the path less traveled, it is the attitude and perception of the person walking up, or down, or sideways. It is whether you see yourself moving forward, backward, or pausing before the first big step.

Crossroads, OOAK Escher Snow Globe, Camryn Forrest Designs 2012

 And so we have,
– a snow globe with a nod to M.C. Escher,

and a knowing smile to Robert Frost.

It’s all a matter of perception.

Crossroads, OOAK Escher Snow Globe, Camryn Forrest Designs 2012

Crossroads, OOAK Escher Snow Globe, Camryn Forrest Designs 2012

Crossroads, OOAK Escher Snow Globe, Camryn Forrest Designs 2012

READY — green heart snow globe

I think of the times in my life I was truly ready, and in contrast, those times I thought I was NOT ready, but I went for it anyway. Have you ever climbed to the top of a high diving board, looked down and thought: I’m not ready, I’ll never be ready! But somehow you manage to jump anyway?  And the best part is, it turned out better than you thought possible.

In sports, there’s a saying for those guys who are waiting on the bench, “always be ready when your number is called.”

Because, of course, we never know precisely when it’sREADY - one of a kind snow globe, Camryn Forrest Designs, 2012 our turn to shine.

For friends I know who are teetering on their personal high board, debating if they
are ready
to jump into something new
… and for those who are as ready as they can be,
just waiting for an opportunity to prove it …
… those with a fresh diploma, embarking into a new world full of dreams …
and especially those not sure they would love again.

This globe’s for you. READY when you are.


ready_back ready_side1

ready_side2 ready_top

Listen … (Heart of Gold) snow globe

Listen Snow Globe, Camryn Forrest Designs 2012

   Listen …

Such a simple idea and yet so hard to focus on just one voice,
especially when it’s your own.

This piece took shape under its own power …
I wanted to combine the gramophone horn and the fragile glass heart.
Originally I had the idea of this piece whispering,
“My Heart Calls to You … Listen.”

But as I put the pieces together and looked at it from various angles, it seemed less and less about one person calling to another.  I thought, I waited and I listened, and I quietly edited “My Heart Calls To You.”

Finally, there was little was left from the original phrase, just one word: Listen.

Sometimes it’s the quietest voice that is most important.