The poet Mary Oliver asks

Tell me, what it is you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?

from New and Selected Letters

I do not know the answer to this question.  What I know today is that I have right here and this moment and no more or no less.

If I’m honest with myself I can look at the knots in my life and see them and wish they were not there.  There are the people i have hurt, the tangles I’ve made with relationships, things said (or not said).  And that’s just for starters.

Last week I read something about sand not being able to go back up in the hour glass.  I can’t change those things that have happened but, wow, how I wish that regrets could go back where they belong.

I wish I hadn’t said…

I wish I had said…

I wish I had paid better attention to…

I wish I had listened closer when…

I wish…