I don’t want to blow it. This life.
I want to look back when I’m dying and burst with gratitude - knowing I lived full out.
Messy, real, and raw.
Powerful and courageous.
Leaps, slumps, bumps and gaps.
Expansion, retraction, expression.
I want to know that I danced, loved, and milked this life for all I could.
The milk is so sweet.
There is no time to waste.
Every moment matters.
This all matters, this life.
I don’t want to blow it. Do you?
I find more and more of myself to commit to be all in.
The more I risk, the less I have to lose.
Come out, come out, where ever you are! Where are you hiding? I beg you, come out and play, the sun is shining and the water is smooth as silk.
I'm devoted to creation.
I don’t want to hold any pieces back.
I don’t want hurts, pain, or fear to stop me from dancing with the flame, the flicker and the fire.
I want to swim with the magic of the spring, stream and sea. I want to be free.
Will I ever be fully immersed - my entire being radiating true love?