Saturday was a blur. I
fell asleep on a reclining deck chair, covered by a soft throw, bird songs, and
feeling the wind and sun, as American poet Diane Ackerman’s words whorled
around me, “I don’t want to get to the end of my life and find that I just
lived the length of it. I want to have
lived the width of it as well.” When did
I realize there is a width to my life? Life
width isn’t something we one day wake up understanding, and it’s not something
someone else gives us. Life width is “lived”
by being fully engaged in the journey, and mindfully present to experience each
moment as we stretch to be. Today
stretch to be!
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