Longing No matter how much I have, there’s always something I don’t have. Rather than being grateful for the long list of things I do have, I tend to focus on what’s missing. Clarity I’m usually so involved in getting by that I rarely step back and examine my life with clarity. Meaning Why am I here? What legacy do I want to leave behind?
My mother passed away at the age of 95. I sat with her, her body still warm, but her spirit already elsewhere. It wasn't frightening; it wasn't sad; it just was. We’re born; we live; and then we die. Over two months have gone by and the image of her lying there in the hospital bed, head turned to one side, eyes closed and white hair disheveled, keeps coming back to me. It has added a certain urgency to my life, and become an antidote to procrastination. Now, whenever I