Monday

you've always had the power. you've always had it, my dear.

I imagined myself as an old woman the other day. I had papery skin and white hair, and my percosious grand daughter was visiting me, asking about my life. She wanted to know how Seth and I met and what did I do on weekends and did I really wear that?
After sharing some stories and cookies (mmm I still loved cookies) she set her gaze and asked me "So what did you do with your life?"
For a moment, I remembered all too well the many hours I spent trying to beat that level on angry birds. I felt inadequate and embarrassed about the things I hadn't done. And then.. I remembered that time I hiked the grand canyon from rim to rim.. twice. And how I went sky diving in hawaii. I told her about how I fell in love and got married in the temple- forever. I became a mother raised my children. I read a billion books and listened to amazing music. I met the backstreet boys. I moved out when I was 18 and made life long friends. I fought many fights, cried a lot and laughed even more. I went to all of the Harry Potter premiers. I helped rebuild houses in New Orleans after katrina. I went to new england with my grandpa my mom and my aunt. I learned to cook. I camped in the wild. I made friends and I made enemies. I was very close with my sisters. I owned a dog and she was the one who first made me a mother. I painted and grew a garden. I took photos. I worked a lot of different jobs- janitor, print expert, retail, dry cleaner, office worker. I was sealed in the temple to my family. I wrote a lot and I danced, but I was only good at the first. I cartwheeled. I ran. I went a lot of places and saw how the sun looked there. I learned about my family history. I was best friends with my Great Grandma while she was here. I cleaned a lot! I went river fishing. I went to school and became a teacher.

When I look at it this way, I realize just how full my life has been. I have been spending so much time worrying about how to make it meaningful that I missed it, running right past me, twirling and waving and breathing hard.


Just take it in.

2 comments:

Marci Joy April 27, 2011 at 2:38 PM  

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Michelle April 27, 2011 at 11:54 PM  

I love you.

love after love

The time will come when, with elation,
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror,
and each will smile at the other's welcome,
and say
sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger
who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread.
Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you all your life...

Take down the love
letters from the bookshelf,
the photographs,
the desperate notes, peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit.
Feast on your life.

~Derek Walcott

bring it on back

and i am telling you..

i'm karlee. i have a husband and a daughter. (well ok, she's a puppy.) this is the world through my eyes.

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