I want to not be afraid. I want to do my best. I want to not forget. I want to ask myself If I died tomorrow would my affairs be in order? Anything left unsaid? Anyone I didn’t say I love you to that I should have? To all the people I love: I love you. To my father whom I said “I hate you” to right before he died: I love you. To myself: I love you. I suppose if we lived as if it won’t be long now, we’d really get shit done. We’d love harder. We’d write the books. We’d show up. Why is it so easy to forget what it means to be alive? Why is it so easy to be afraid? *thanks as usual to SimpleReminders for the image. Please share. Love to hear your thoughts on this. See you July 6 London! lumipoweryoga/events/workshops/manifestation-yoga-workshop-with-jennifer-pastiloff/
Posted on: Wed, 18 Jun 2014 09:00:00 +0000
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