Robert Frost

Today’s Poem: Acceptance by Robert Frost

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Acceptance

Robert Frost

When the spent sun throws up its rays on cloud
And goes down burning into the gulf below,
No voice in nature is heard to cry aloud
At what has happened. Birds, at least must know
It is the change to darkness in the sky.
Murmuring something quiet in her breast,
One bird begins to close a faded eye;
Or overtaken too far from his nest,
Hurrying low above the grove, some waif
Swoops just in time to his remembered tree.
At most he thinks or twitters softly, ‘Safe!
Now let the night be dark for all of me.
Let the night be too dark for me to see
Into the future. Let what will be, be.’

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Coping with Change: Moving On Without Giving Up

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Listen to my Podcast, Journey from Grief to Healing, Episode 128 on your favorite podcasting app or click here for Episode 128

In Episode 128 of the Journey from Grief to Healing podcast, we explore the inevitable changes that life brings as we approach the fall equinox. Just as the seasons shift, so do our lives, relationships, and personal journeys. Join us as we discuss the lessons that nature, poetry, and music offer in accepting and adapting to these changes. We reflect on Robert Frost’s poignant poem, “Nothing Gold Can Stay,” and how it echoes the transient nature of all things. We’ll also dive into Adam Hood’s inspiring song, “Bad Days Better,” which reminds us of the power we have to make each day better, despite life’s challenges. This episode is a heartfelt reminder that while we can’t control all the changes around us, we can choose how we respond to them, embracing hope and resilience.

Keywords: Life Changes, Fall Equinox, Grief, Healing, Robert Frost, Poetry, Adam Hood, Bad Days Better, Resilience, Acceptance, Personal Growth, Seasonal Changes, Coping Strategies.

Navigating the Grieving Road: Choosing Life Over Waiting

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Listen to my Podcast, Journey from Grief to Healing, Episode 111 on your favorite podcasting app or click here for Episode 111  

Welcome to Episode 111 of “Journey from Grief to Healing” with Dr. Ray Calabrese. In this episode, Dr. Ray draws a powerful analogy between the challenging road of grief and the frustratingly congested Loop 1604 in San Antonio. Both paths are filled with uncertainties, delays, and the necessity to keep moving forward despite the obstacles.

Dr. Ray explores the critical juncture we all face on our grieving journey, where we must decide between waiting in despair or choosing to live fully. Drawing inspiration from Robert Frost’s poem “The Road Not Taken” and quotes from notable authors like Stephen Fry and Elizabeth Gilbert, he emphasizes the importance of making a conscious choice to embrace life.

Join Dr. Ray as he encourages listeners to rise above self-pity and isolation, to open the gate to new possibilities, and to let in love and life. This episode is a heartfelt reminder that healing is possible and that choosing to live is the key to finding joy and purpose again.

If you find this podcast helpful, please share it with a friend who is also on a grieving journey. Subscribe for notifications of future episodes and check out Dr. Ray’s uplifting blog at dancingalone530.com. Have a story of hope and strength? Email Dr. Ray at ray.breeze@gmail.com. Stay strong and never give up.

Daughter & Dad Podcast and the Road Not Taken by Robert Frost

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Today’s Poem: Come In by Robert Frost

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Come In

Robert Frost

As I came to the edge of the woods,
Thrush music — hark!
Now if it was dusk outside,
Inside it was dark.

Too dark in the woods for a bird
By sleight of wing
To better its perch for the night,
Though it still could sing.

The last of the light of the sun
That had died in the west
Still lived for one song more
In a thrush’s breast.

Far in the pillared dark
Thrush music went —
Almost like a call to come in
To the dark and lament.

But no, I was out for stars;
I would not come in.
I meant not even if asked;
And I hadn’t been.

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Poem of the Day ~ Nothing Gold Can Stay

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Nothing Gold Can Stay

Robert Frost

Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.

 

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Poem of the Day ~ The Aim Was Song

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The Aim Was Song

Robert Frost

Before man came to blow it right
    The wind once blew itself untaught,
And did its loudest day and night
    In any rough place where it caught.

Man came to tell it what was wrong:
    It hadn’t found the place to blow;
It blew too hard—the aim was song.
    And listen—how it ought to go!

He took a little in his mouth,
    And held it long enough for north
To be converted into south,
    And then by measure blew it forth.

By measure. It was word and note,
    The wind the wind had meant to be—
A little through the lips and throat.
    The aim was song—the wind could see.

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Today’s Poem ~ A Time to Talk

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A Time to Talk

Robert Frost

When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaning walk,
I don’t stand still and look around
On all the hills I haven’t hoed,
And shout from where I am, What is it?
No, not as there is a time to talk.
I thrust my hoe in the mellow ground,
Blade-end up and five feet tall,
And plod: I go up to the stone wall
For a friendly visit.

 

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Today’s Poem ~ The Aim Was Song

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The Aim was Song

Robert Frost

Before man came to blow it right
    The wind once blew itself untaught,
And did its loudest day and night
    In any rough place where it caught.

Man came to tell it what was wrong:
    It hadn’t found the place to blow;
It blew too hard—the aim was song.
    And listen—how it ought to go!

He took a little in his mouth,
    And held it long enough for north
To be converted into south,
    And then by measure blew it forth.

By measure. It was word and note,
    The wind the wind had meant to be—
A little through the lips and throat.
    The aim was song—the wind could see.

 

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Today’s Poem ~ Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

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Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

Robert Frost

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

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