One of the great gifts of cancer for me was a reckoning of time. I knew in a different way that my time is limited; and I knew that I wanted to make the most of it. So I let some things go. I made new priorities. I reordered how I spent my precious time. Over the years, some of the superfluous crept back in, some of the busy-work, some of the things that seemed to separate me from God. In this anniversary year, I am again reassessing what it is I need to do. I am leaving behind some things that were good and right for a time, but not forever. I am taking up new work that seems a true calling. I am living as though each day is a gift – and of course, it is, but we often lose sight of that. So I am cooking for my family, taking up new work as a court-appointed special advocate for children, preaching and pastoring, gardening, sewing, and giving thanks every day for being alive.
I will not die an unlived life.I will not live in fear of falling or catching fire.I choose to inhabit my days, to allow my living to open me,to make me less afraid, more accessible,to loosen my heart until it becomes a wing, a torch, a promise.I choose to risk my significance;to live so that which came to me as a seed goes to the next as a blossomand that which came to me as a blossom, goes on as fruit.Dawna Markova
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