I don't want to get to the end of my life and find that I've just lived the length of it. I want to have lived the width and depth and breadth of it as well. By the end, I want to feel guilty for my complete happiness & satisfaction.
And, on that note, here is what is taking up the slack:
Hands cupped around steaming mugs we ventured out into the dawning day. She chatters. A swift current of stories & giggles as we make our way over thawing ground.
We look up and all goes still. Grandeur is perched in our presence. Awed to whispers.
7:30 - 10 PM. You aren't seeing things. A concert at the Ellen, downtown, outside home's 4 walls. Out. Me. - Truth.
Seamus, Mick, Winn, Eamon, Niamh. Plans have formed for M to wed an Irishman.
"That you are here—that life exists, and identity; That the powerful play goes on, and you will contribute a verse." ~Whitman
Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; "Dust thou art, to dust returnest," Was not spoken of the soul. Not enjoyment, and not sorrow, Is our destined end or way; But to act, that each to-morrow Finds us farther than to-day.
Let us, then, be up and doing, With a heart for any fate; Still achieving, still pursuing Learn to labor and to wait.~HW Longfellow
With a heart for any fate...