The path is longer that I thought when I entered into this reality.
I was thinking that I would be “one and done,” but nope…
I’m imagining the birds chirping as the sun comes up, but every day things are different. The sun is moving, and so the sky is changing as well.
The sky is changing; until it goes to summer, fall and winter, and who knows how long I have to live?
I’m at a tenuous place now, between the living and the dead. Reading Advice on Dying, and Living a Better Life. I have to appreciate what Buddhists say about death. For instance:
It is helpful to know that at some point continuing this life will end. At this point doctors, priests, friends, and relatives cannot keep you in this life; it will be up to you to do what helps.
I will cherish each day now.
And every day that I get up, and put my feet on the ground, and feel healthy.
I am ready for anything…