I heard this poem, The Summer Day by Mary Oliver, this past week, actually during a Yizkor service where Danny’s name (my dad) was read. It stuck with me. If a cancer diagnosis does nothing else, it certainly makes one aware – at least it has made me aware – of my one wild and precious life.
Now, I do hope to have another life. I do hope to come back again, to live and love again, and to spend a great deal of time in a garret apartment in Paris.
But whether or not that is a possibility, I do want to live fully and loudly this one wild and precious life.
I am still in the midst of the mud. Chemo is definitely cumulative. It is hard. In fact, it’s still very hard.
And I can also notice my yellow birds (a bit less bright yellow right now, but still coming to say hello!), the sunshine, the changing leaves.
I can sit in the warmth of an electric blanket a dearest sent to me (so that I can sit outside and watch the birds, the sunshine, the changing leaves) and feel also the warmth of their love and care. I can let my big brother hold me and care for me and make me dinner. I can delight when either (or both) of my kiddies call me for ten minutes just to say hello. I can bask in the love and light in my heart and home and life.
I can let all the love and joy in and through me, like the white light I envision washing over me when I meditate. I can continue to broadcast love and joy to those around me, like the way I envision myself standing at the top of a mountain in a power pose of brilliance and love when I meditate.
I can live my wild and precious life even as I am still weak and weary and fatigued and “stuck” in one place.
What is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?
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