I will not die an unlived life I will not live in fear of falling Or of catching fire I choose to inhabit my days To allow my living to open me Making me less afraid More accessible To loosen my heart So that it becomes a wing, a torch, a promise I choose to risk my significance. To live so that that which comes to me as seed Goes to the next as blossom And that which comes to me as blossom Goes on as fruit. --Donna Markova

Sunday, January 25, 2004

Getting Pushed Off A Bridge

You ever have one of those moments in life when you just know that you're about to get pushed off of a bridge (metaphorically speaking)? Yeah, that's me right now. Usually, I just stand there paralysed (sp?) by the knowledge that I'm about to into some major junk, but I'm trying to be more proactive this time. I'm working on making myself a bungee cord or something like that. Again, metaphorically speaking...so that maybe it won't be as big of disaster as I'm imagining. Ttyl, Katie

Future Post: Why life never gives you lemons, ergo you cannot possibly make lemonade.

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