Life is not a straight line. It's a downpour of gifts, please – hold out your hand

Thank you for being here. I'm so glad you're here.

Tuesday, March 16, 2010


Poem by Dawna Markova

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,
more accessible,
to loosen my heart
until it becomes a wing,
a torch, a promise.
I choose to risk my significance;
to live
so that which came to me as seed
goes to the next as blossom
and that which came to me as blossom,
goes on as fruit.

A blissful weekend.

Arrived home to a very sick five-year-old; coughing all night, very little sleep, a broken computer, "lost" car keys, no time to create or exercise, piles and more piles of dirty laundry, an argument, an upcoming ten hour road trip to Lake Tahoe (with the whole family), packing, preparing, crankiness...

Life provides us with constant opportunities to expand.  We can step into the moment and meet it, allow it, settle into it, find the gifts.  or we can cling to the lovely, sweet moments of the past, reach for "better" future moments, resist what's in front of us.  One brings peace and expansion.  One brings judgment, resistance, yuckiness. 

This morning I am all too aware of the contrasts and my ability to choose, to allow my living to open me.  Or not. 

The gifts surround, of this i am certain.

1 comment :

  1. Oh Julia. (Sigh) I love how you wrote that the universe offers us so many opportunities to "expand." That is so true. Remaining in the present moment and accepting how things are in that moment is often my biggest work.


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