Is there any purpose?
Should any of us be here?
Does any of it matter?
Seeking purpose, the answer is seldom in my mailbox or in a phone call, so
I am offered two choices:
throw a fine pity party or
wiggle my toes in the sand
gaze at the vast, blue sky,
say goodnight to the stars in the sky,
dance on the ground beneath my feet
and share in this great community
witnessing it all while I
live, love and have fun
leaning into life as it is and as it becomes
accepting cloudy days and the blossoms of spring
most of all to cherish family and friends.
“Yes, I know: the thread you have to keep finding, over again,
to follow it back to life; I know. Impossible, sometimes.”
~ Jean Valentine, Door in the Mountain:
New and Collected Poems 1965-2003
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