“I will not die an un-lived life,” I began reading the Dawna Markova poem as a prompt in Tuesday’s Uncover Your Narrative writing group. “I will not live in fear of falling or catching fire. I choose to inhabit my days, let my living open me…”
I knew I was mixing my two groups. Usually I shared this poem with my Uncover Your Calling students. The final lines are a thought-provoking declaration: “ I choose to risk my significance, to live so that which came to me as seed goes to the next as blossom, and that which came to me as blossom, goes on as fruit.”
The beautiful library at Deborah’s Palm fell silent. We sank thoughtfully into our leather chairs, and started moving our pens.
I liked the strength of the piece, the determination. “I will not!” it begins. That’s how I feel. Strong. Adamant. Tenacious.
So how do I inhabit my days? What opens me?
Connection, empowerment, creative discovery, the “ah-ha!” moment of synthesizing disparate information into relevant truth, the delight of seeing people find insight, take action, grow and thrive.
What seed am I nurturing?
Maybe the notion that one person can take one idea and make a difference. That no one needs to live vicariously through anyone else. That dreams come with a purpose, and they are to be identified, pursued, incubated, cultivated. That we can be useful at any age. That each of us is unique, and has a unique contribution.
We have work to do, and stories to tell. We have stories to learn from. And part of the delectable fruit we offer in legacy are the stories we are compelled to pass on.