wild and precious.

One of my favorite poets asks, in a beautiful poem "what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?"

The question flabbergasts me. I think about it often and seriously and I make great and courageous leaps into the unknown as a way to honor opportunity.
But more and more it seems that the better question is "what is it your one wild and precious life plans to do with you?"
There is never going to be perfect. I have had blissful moments and self aware ones. I have witnessed splendor and beauty and compassion.
But there was never enough money. Or if there was, there was not enough time.
Or if there was, there were not enough people. Or if there were, then the weather was poor. Or if it wasn't, then there were mosquitoes.

So, I set off on adventures to find paradise. And I found it. And then love left.
Our hands are only so big, they cannot hold all things.

My one wild and precious life is a stern head mistress....and also Santa Claus.