My Poem To You

✍ I wrote a poem for you. I wrote a poem for me.


Today, January 1, I chose not to look back and review all that was 2024.

Nor will I project or manifest all that could be in 2025, or pick a word or a phrase that can serve as a guiding light.

I continue to watch my father as he tries to find some solace in his last days/months of his life.

I am reminded of my own struggles of living with a diagnosis.

I want to move ahead. I want to move past this. I want to get on with my life.

Wait. This is my life. This is not recess.

I’m tired, and I begin again.

Resetting small daily practices and moments so they can transform into habits and memories.

Continuing to learn, share my wisdom and be present in all life’s experiences.

Laughing and crying and reflecting and loving and living fully and in unexpected ways.

My simple intention is to live gloriously and imperfectly; and marvel in all that is.

🌠Here is my wish for all of you:

Whatever is calling you, go in that direction, and if you need to turn around, go somewhere else.

Live daily in the delicate balance of your strengths and weakness. Make peace with your past and move ahead, one tiny step at a time.

Just go.

Just do.

Just live.