One wild and precious life

“Listen--are you breathing just a little, and calling it a life?”  - Mary Oliver

It's been a moving day.  

A first day of school.  A funeral.  A bottle of wine shared with a friend and a pinky swear to do more.  More with life, more with friends and family, more moments of being there.   

Two very different events, yet both inspire you to look at the journey that was taken to get to this place, and the journey that is yet to come.  

One event asks you to question yourself on whether you've done enough to prepare your child to go out into the world alone.  

The other event asks you to question yourself if you've done enough.  God I know the answer to that one.  Nowhere near it.  Though I don't know where 'it' is.  Will we ever decide that we've had enough moments filled with joy?  Perhaps.  I feel the need to fill my cup with a whole lot more life.  If I'm lucky enough to be given the time to do it.  

We are given only one chance - are you taking yours?

Now If you'll excuse me I am off to have a picnic dinner on my living room floor.  I've gotta keep filling this cup.