Without Further Ado
What can ya say when you’ve been off the grid for a good four months! I just couldn’t let my birthday go by without a peep here. Yeah, after all that turning-40 hullabaloo last year, I nearly let 41 go by unmentioned. But really the silence speaks volumes. It’s been a significant year for me all around. I lost patience with the “not quite getting around” to the life I wanted. From August to January, I focused in on losing 30 lbs. I can’t tell you what a blessing it is to be able to walk for an hour without pain. I knew that I was stuck career-wise and until just recently was absolutely miserable despite significant efforts to find the right direction.
Months ago, I placed the following poem on my online calendar as inspiration and it is finally sinking in:
I will not die an unlived life,
I will not live in fear
Of falling or catching fire,
I choose to inhabit my days
To allow my living to open me
To make me less afraid,
To loosen my heart
Until it becomes a wing,
A torch, a promise.
I choose to risk my significance: To live.
So that which comes to me as seed,
Goes to the next as blossom,
And that which comes to me as blossom,
Goes on as fruit.
~ Dawna Markova
Pamela, what a lovely post! I succeeded in printing out the poem, however faint the results, in the hope that it might also apply to age 81. Now to figure out how to add that nice picture to my file. (Hint.) Have a rewarding, successful year. Love, Mother
I definitely think it applies to 81, Mom. Let every bird at your window and every shining moon fill your heart 🙂 And I think of your students as the seeds and blossoms coming into your life.
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