“the hardest part of life......”
My entire life has been a spectator sport. While I have been physically present for the storyboard of events, I have never been a full participant. Always behind the camera, picking angles and manipulating the light. Never in the frame. So concerned about getting it just right that the real point is lost. So worried I might screw up or get hurt that I have emotionally detached myself from what I can’t control...... Life...... I feel like I have missed everything.
My last month has been extraordinary. I feel like a bear rising from its wintersleep, hungry and happy to be alive. A fish in a frozen lake who finally feels the warmth of spring. A desert flower reborn in life giving rain. For the first time in many years, I feel like I am really here. And that is as frightening as it is exhilarating.
I don’t know where this is going. Not even sure why I’m writing this down. Perhaps it's because I don’t ever want to forget it. Maybe I just opened myself up for a world of pain. Maybe I won’t even survive this day. At least now I might actually show up for my own demise. That’s only gonna happen once. Be a shame to miss it.
Maybe I should start listening to the songs.
Tosh