I have this sparkly new massage therapist in my life now, in my new hometown, and the last time I went to her with my aches and pains, she noticed I was reading THE ROAD LESS TRAVELED. She's a young thirtysomething, and she wasn't familiar with the title, but when I explained that it was a famous bestseller from 1978 and probably the most influential book of psychotherapy ever to hit book stores, she took a picture of the cover and said, “I can't believe I don't know this book. I was raised by two psychotherapists.”
Whoa. Curious cat that I am, I immediately needed to know what that was like. I asked her, and she answered something like, “You know. . . far from perfect, but we were always resourced, that's for sure.”
Little did she know that her casual words sent my mind racing, and I was thinking of this term, resourced, for the next couple of weeks.
You see. . . I didn't know that I wasn't resourced until I was in my late 30s and setting out to adopt for the first time. We were already the proud parents of a preteen son, but because we were entering into the legal arena of adoption, we were suddenly required to take parenting classes and be evaluated by a social worker.
It was just an introduction to therapy for me, and a short-lived experience, but I became curious enough about this notion of being resourced to pursue a private therapist of my own a few years back.
I felt like a toddler, entering this world of human and spiritual growth. I still do, for the most part. There's a lot to learn about being human. Hell, there's a whole different language that marks the terrain, and much of it was foreign to me.
Fast forward to the current version of me, reading this “psychology classic” about being resourced, through discipline, love and grace, just as a new person in my life credited her parents for helping her to maintain equilibrium throughout her life, largely by being resourced.
As Dr. Peck writes in his book, “spiritual growth is an effortful and difficult one. This is because it is conducted against a natural resistance, against a natural inclination to keep things the way they were, to cling to the old maps and old ways of doing things, to take the easy path.”
Oh, for shit sure, Dr. Peck, and don't think I haven't kicked, screamed and cried throughout many a session, sir. It's not the easiest thing to realize that you were essentially raised by two eighth graders who would have rather been sitting, perpetually, on their cars in front of the Dairy Queen than parenting you. (We've all got our issues, now, don't we?).
Dr. Peck's ultimate goal for himself and his patients was “spiritual growth,” and by “spiritual growth,” he didn't mean that any of us needed to become a Methodist or a rabbi. This famous psychiatrist was interested, primarily, in our journey of “spiritual evolution.” This is a book about elevating humanity, for your own sake, and for the sake of others.
I would've had no interest in this material in my teens or twenties, when it was the most popular, (and when I thought I had life all figured out). To be honest, I probably wouldn't have had the emotional maturity or the mental bandwidth to read this before the age of 40, but I appreciated it so much now.
The final chapters in the final section on “Grace” are not for everyone, nor will every person who reads this book be prepared to tackle that material. Personally, my thoughts are aligned with these particular concepts, but I can also see that some of that material might be daunting for readers who aren't ready to "go there."
But, regardless of any reader's experience of Dr. Peck's final thoughts, I'd like to contribute that I found myself with more than 30+ status updates for a book of only 311 pages, and my copy is covered with post-it notes. It's a challenging and thoughtful work that is barely dated, despite the material being 45 years old.
This non-fiction work, prompted by my 1970s reading project, has turned out to be one of my most meaningful reads of all time.
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
--Robert Frost