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:
Love this. ♥
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
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