The name of the blog intrigues me and is pulling me to blog in a new direction. While I believe we grow and change and cyberworld sites such as FB and Blogger make it easy to "erase" the past (to some degree) I've decided to keep the 15 original post already here that deal with my studio.
But the New Directions of "The Path Less Traveled" is going to be about my journey of faith and other such topics as I feel inclined to enter them. In other words, if I feel the need to blog, I will.
So this first blog on this First Day of Winter is a copy from my Facebook post a couple days ago. It's not about me, but it is my story and as good a place as any to start a New Direction.
August 3rd, 1994. We all cope differently and if it weren't for being in a totally wonderful place in my life and marriage, I wouldn't be able to post this. Eighteen years ago, the man I was married to, my husband of 5 years, was killed on a motorcycle, in a "motocycle accident", that for some reason, got way too much "air" time. It was the worst day of my life, the world refused to stand still... for my grief...my. grief. I blamed everyone, the motorcycle manufactures, how dare you make something so deadly. The helmut company, how could you make something that can't protect. God, how could you do this too me, it should be my choice if my marriage is to end. I was blamed, I didn't love him enough, so he died. "What if" was blamed, what if he had cancer and this was God's way of protecting him. You know what? It wasn't the motorcycle, the motorcycle company, the helmut company, the helmut. It wasn't the lack of love, an unknown illness. It wasn't God...He never left my side. When we start playing the "Blame Game" and pointing fingers, we lose focus of what is really important in life. Stop pointing fingers, start parenting, being a neighbor, be a friend (even when you don't like that person), be a teacher to your children, a role model for those around you. Don't believe everything the media reports, Facebook posts and someone blogs about, instead search your own soul for morals and values and re-evaluate them. Say "no" to your kids (they will survive). Forgive (it doesn't mean forget). As we approach the end of the Myan calendar (I'm kidding!) As we move closer to Christmas, say a prayer for healing and peace for the families from last Friday's tragedy and all families who have lost loved ones. Celebrate your family and spread the JOY that we selfishly keep to ourself because we think the timing is not right. As my mom used to tell me, don't point, because you have 3 fingers are point back at you. Merry Christmas.





