Earlier I was sitting here on my sofa watching the late evening first Saturday of Wimbledon and wondering how it is that this year I was unaware that Wimbledon was even on until somebody asked me on Monday if I was going to Wimbledon this year…………how did that happen I wonder?!
It’s an odd weekend. Part of me is at peace with my wonderful children (currently catching up with Glastonbury on BBC2) and at the same time I’m on another planet that of bracing and preparing myself for what will be my final mediation session, 5 months after the end of my last final mediation session.
One moment I’m fired up and the next I’m in the depths of despair and my children must be wondering what godforsaken rollercoaster their mother and as a result they are currently travelling on……………all the while I have the words of Dawna Markova in my head. These words are what keep me sane right now.
I have had such incredible feedback from my blog last Sunday which was the most painful post I have ever written. Thank you dear friends for your love and your tears, it seemed to resonate with many of you.
I will not die an unlived life – Dawna Markova
I will not die an unlived life.
I will not live in fear
of falling or catching fire.
I choose to inhabit my days,
to allow my living to open me,
to make me less afraid,
to loosen my heart
until it becomes a wing,
a torch, a promise.
I choose to risk my significance,
to live so that which came to me as seed
goes to the next as blossom,
and that which came to me as blossom,
goes on as fruit.
Photo credit – elbfoto