Saw the first snowdrops today. The wonder of nature, of Spring returning. Reminded me of words by Mary Oliver, similar to those yesterday by Stephen Levine. What is one waiting for to begin ones life? Some day in the future when such and such changes? What fears hold us back from fully embracing what is offered now? As the ancient Chinese said, we wish to reach the evening of our life without regret.When it's over, I want to say: all my life
I was a bride married to amazement.
I was the bridegroom, taking the world into my arms.
When it is over, I don't want to wonder
if I have made of my life something particular, and real.
I don't want to find myself sighing and frightened,
or full of argument.
I don't want to end up simply having visited this world.
Mary Oliver, When Death Comes
