I chuckle at how my last entry was about taking walks.
We stopped taking walks not long after that post. A matter of fact, we didn't go on anymore walks at all. Funny how quickly life changes.
Lately, in my poetry, I have been speaking generally about past pain and present hope. Delving into the fray that grays the edges of our lives. The way inwhich past choices and future opportunities somehow touch regardless of how relentlessly we may try to seperate them.
I try not to live a life with much regret. However, there are choices, in retrospect, that I would like to do-over. Then I stop and sit with the life lessons and realize that while a do-over is not an option application is certainly optional. The choice to apply or not to allows us to step into that redeemable space. Future choices can give purpose to past mistakes, if we are willing to apply. I find that this often frees me from regret.
I've also been pondering the manner inwhich I regret those choices that have relational impact above those that have other types of impact. These struggles tend to be accompanied by a perceived guilt and shame and I am left wondering, "Does anybody know? Can anybody see?"
Just some food for thought.
I have no answers and lack conclusions.
I will be posting some new pieces in the near future.
"I went to bed last night with life's worries. While I was sleeping they gave birth to new thoughts. When I woke I dressed them and sent them off to school. They will likely return in the evening grown back into life's worries and there they will find me sleeping."
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