LIFE IS ...
I wrote this well before Covid became the topic of all conversations.
I have been thinking about how different and how the same my life is under the restrictions and worries surrounding this pandemic. I am blessed to have a home
to sequester in, a family that is safe, my health and I am retired. The challenges
facing all of us but especially families with children at home and jobs they hope are
still there in the morning are mounting. And patience is slipping.
When I re-met this poem today I was reminded that none of us have any guarantees when we enter this world. We have no idea if our dreams will be realized, our lives comfortable, our sorrows few.
I am awakened now to the fragility of our comfort here. I am more aware of our need for education and first rate medical care. My life is a gift and I better use it well and share what I can. There is joy to be found in pausing and recognizing the gift. And greater joy in sharing.
What are you doing to share your talents, treasures, humor, comfort? Please tell us
any ideas you have in response here or on the LAST GIFT BOX facebook page. We need ideas from you to get a nudge to do more ourselves.
Stay healthy. Wear your mask.
Work on YOUR LAST GIFT BOX.
LIFE IS ...
Life is a challenge
Life is a gift
Life is adventure
Life is sorrow
over come it
Life is tragedy
Life is duty
Life is a game
Life is a mystery
Life is a song