“This is the time to be slow, Lie low to the wall Until the bitter weather passes.
Try, as best you can, not to let The wire brush of doubt Scrape from your heart All sense of yourself And your hesitant light.
If you remain generous, Time will come good; And you will find your feet Again on fresh pastures of promise, Where the air will be kind And blushed with beginning.
“Now , I want only to give away all that I’m blessed to know and disappear in the stream.”
-Mark Nepo
Quarantine self care is a thing I’m allowing myself, gifting myself with, so before a long hot mid-afternoon bath, I picked up my novel, lit a candle, put in some “Tired Old Ass” bath salts – thanks Craig 🙂 – and lowered into my soak.
Except, I didn’t pick up my novel… By mistake, instead, I opened the book I had picked up, Mark Nepo’s Seven Thousand Ways to Listen, to the above passage.
One of those life moments of perfection happened… the words, the timing, the quiet to absorb them.
What is enough to leave as a legacy? What will say that I’ve been here, that my life mattered, that will endure?
Oh yes, to share everything that your heart and soul has been blessed to learn and simply enter the stream…
And to Love! To leave that imprint of how much, how deeply, I loved… how passionately, how fiercely, I loved the wild ones, the forest, the trees, all of nature’s majesty and mystery, the wonder of the moment, my family, my husband, my dog, and all those four legged that shared my life through the years, my forever friends, my nieces and nephews. SO much Love.
