I know this is rather morbid, but I can’t help it.

For some reason that is where I am today.

Pondering life and being alive.

I woke from bad dreams, after three nights of restless sleep, or sleep so sound my arms and knees were asleep and I woke suddenly thinking something was very wrong with me. VERY WRONG! Wake UP!  Now!

Jerking awake I realized those foreign things call arms and legs were almost useless, which caused me to panic.

Then, I when I am fully awake and realize it was just the fact I had slept too hard and too long in one spot; nothing to be alarmed over. I had to sigh with relief.

Still…I find that today I am pondering being alive–maybe I have been for a spell.  But today it is in full force.

Then I found this poem, by Mary Oliver, and realized others go through this phase also…at least once in their life.

 “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

I think leaving this world would/will be hard. There is so much beauty here, so much excitement in everyday living, so much joy in absorbing every moment of every second, that (if I had to explain Heaven) I sometimes wonder if Heaven really is here on earth.

From my heart to your world,

Linda