Зарисовки: April 2009

Friday, April 10, 2009

"If I Had My Life To Live Over" by Erma Bombeck

I would have gone to bed when I was sick instead of pretending the earth would go into a holding pattern if I weren't there for the day.

I would have burned the pink candle sculpted like a rose before it melted in storage.

I would have talked less and listened more.

I would have invited friends over to dinner even if the carpet was stained, or the sofa faded.

I would have eaten the popcorn in the 'good' living room and worried much less about the dirt when someone wanted to light a fire in the fireplace.

I would have taken the time to listen to my grandfather ramble about his youth.

I would have shared more of the responsibility carried by my husband.

I would never have insisted the car windows be rolled up on a summer day because my hair had just been teased and sprayed.

I would have sat on the lawn with my grass stains.

I would have cried and laughed less while watching television and more while watching life.

I would never have bought anything just because it was practical, wouldn't show soil, or was guaranteed to last a lifetime.

Instead of wishing away nine months of pregnancy, I'd have cherished every moment and realized that the wonderment growing inside me was the only chance in life to assist God in a miracle.

When my kids kissed me impetuously, I would never have said, 'Later. Now go get washed up for dinner.' There would have been more 'I love you's' More 'I'm sorry's.'

But mostly, given another shot at life, I would seize every minute, look at it and really see it .. . Live it and never give it back. STOP SWEATING THE SMALL STUFF!!! Don't worry about who doesn't like you, who has more, or who's doing what...

Instead, let's cherish the relationships we have with those who do love us.

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I find this message beautiful; I find this message grounding.

I don't believe that the only way for any of us to get in touch with the miracles of everyday life is to go through the intensities and spiritual fires of being diagnosed with a life threatening disease of some sort (Erma wrote this shortly before dying from complications after a kidney transplant procedure in San Francisco hospital)...

I do believe that all it takes is to remind ourselves of the moment we are in now. All it takes is to remind ourselves to breath in that moment, feel it and thus pull ourselves back into the moment by quieting our minds that scream to us of how much it is not good enough, how much it is never good enough...

Just being in that moment, focusing on that moment, with every breath we take, without any judgment or expectation, being kind and gently to ourselves, honoring the level our mind, our body, our spirit is/are at any given day, at any given moment, now...

One moment at the time...