August 26, 2013

My Basket List

I don't have a bucket list anymore.

A bucket always seemed too finite:
Filled to a certain level,
hard, cold and unwieldy,
carried by one,
the handle pressure
cutting into my time and efforts.


I think my goals are a basket:
Suggesting open air,
visibility,
flexibility,
movement,
and several places 
where others can assist me to carry my burden.


Experiencing a job that brings joy.
Writing every day.
Giving gratitude to friends and family for their presence.
Celebrating beauty in "everyday" things.
Being a good friend.
Finding and using kindness.
Following artistic pursuits.
Exploring and enjoying how strong I can be.
"Barking less and wagging more".
Going outside to feel the sun, enjoy the breeze,
and smile while smelling rain.

Encouraging others to set buckets down,
and try a basket for awhile.

What's in your basket?

-M







2 comments:

radicalamazement said...

Love this. ♥

Anonymous said...

To radicalamazement - Thank you.
I also lost my sister this past January. I went back to your blog and enjoyed the wonderful photos of Tanza, and whenever I think of her, I think of when we met in the spring of 2007 in France. She was bigger than life, and still is - in my heart.
-Marty