Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

BY 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.

The gym seems a little more crowded these days. I reflected upon this as I arrived home, and saw after the Lunar New Year, that the evening sky wasn’t as dark as let’s say a month before. Spring is brewing. Can you feel the energy welling up from the hidden depths?

I love winter. It is a time for rest, reflection, and renewal. With each end of the year, new beginnings become possible, but we need the energy to see those beginnings through.

For the past month and a half, it seems that I have battled the winter plague. It has been a long time since I have battled physical health ailments like I have this winter. But as I am pulling through, I do what I always do, reflect on the nature of what this journey is for, and what brings that sense of purpose to life, in all its sufferings and joys.

You know, this is a collective journey. We all undergo that burning desire to realize our full potential. Yet, we also at times get lost along the way.

In this podcast, I explore the psychology behind resolutions, the need to set measurable goals, and ways to identify with the Self versus self as he analyzes the poem Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening by Robert Frost.

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