Tuesday, August 2, 2011

The Road Less Traveled

Pictures from the Orman Ranch and Campground...

I last posted on July 26,  after learning that Bryan was finally back in his cell after a stay at Sutter Hospital in Crescent City... First the ER, then the ICU,  then a regular room and finally back to the PBSP Correctional Treatment Center.

Based on his description of events, the short version is he suffered from several major seizures and a series of other serious medical issues due to chemical imbalances from starvation.  A "touch and go" situation from the sounds of it.  He looked ragged on Saturday and a bit better by Sunday so he seems to be on the mend.

I know I haven't blogged in a week.  Once I determined that Bryan was back in his cell and on the mend, I entered into a peaceful space of regrouping and healing from this ordeal.  Being in the natural setting of the Orman Ranch and Campground, I found great comfort in just "being".

I reflected on all that has happened that led me to this place ... befriending Bryan ... choosing to be present for him during the hunger strike ... joining with the efforts of prisoner advocates.  During this time of reflection,  I realized that I stood at a place of decision.  Should I continue on my well-worn path of interests or should I commit to work for positive change on behalf of thousands of men and women suffering within America's prisons?

I am already on my way....please walk with me...

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

1 comment:

  1. The one that will make all the difference seems a wise choice.

    Beautiful space to just "be." Glad you could spend some time there to help process the ugly ordeal.

    Hope Bryan continues on to a full recovery.