A front row seat at Ovations put me four-feet from the base
player in Jose-Miguel Yamal jazz band Sunday night. The stage lights played off his guitar the
color of sunset as he plucked and popped the strings with his fingers and
thumb. The music was a blend of jazz and
Latin rhythms, soaked my tired soul, and brought tears as I celebrated living.
My oncologist told me last week he’d hoped for eleven months with
my current oral chemo, but it wasn’t really working. We’d wait one more month, but it was probably
time to try another drug. We all have
bad days. Days we feel like we need to cram
as much as we can into each hour, but I’ve learned cramming life leaves no time
to be alive. It’s through the spaces we
leave ourselves that we breathe in life and experience full living. Today, practice leaving space for full
living.
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