I haven’t been able to stop thinking about what I wrote yesterday. About what I plan to do with my one wild and precious life. Especially the no regret part. I said I wanted to live so that I have nothing, no thing, to regret when my time eventually runs out. Thinking about it, there is a number of things I already I know I would regret if I didn’t do them. What if I did all of these for a start?
… what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life? I just got home from a book reading. Actually, it was more of a mindfulness workshop, but I didn’t know that when I decided to go. The author included lots and lots of mini meditations in her lecture. And one of them focussed on this simple question, taken from a poem by Mary Oliver called The Summer Day.
So I’ve been marinating in this new situation of mine for a few weeks now. I had lots of time to think, and more importantly, to take care of myself. I’ve indulged in hours and hours of sleep – I had a whole lot of catching up to do – and added more and more healthy components to my diet and life style. I’m flushing out the old. I’m decluttering. Internally and externally. Where is that going to lead me? I still don’t know.
It’s been about three months since I wrote that last post on living the question. And you know what? Rilke was right. When you do live the question long enough, you will eventually live into the answer. I didn’t quite believe it when I wrote it but I certainly wanted it to be true. Now, im right in it – in living the answer. And surely enough, as Rilke predicted, I didn’t even realize it when it happened.
Isn’t it funny how sometimes an unexpected encounter points you into a certain direction and once you follow the prompt it brings you one step closer to whatever it is you just happen to be looking for, even or especially if it is an answer? This is what happened when katmcdaniel from Synkroniciti commented on my last post. I tend to look up new visitor’s blogs out of curiosity and curtesy and am glad I did so this time, too. Otherwise I would have missed this beautiful Rilke poem she had just posted.