Time really does heal many wounds. It puts them in perspective. What we think will kill us in the moment doesn't. Sometimes it makes us stronger or wiser. Sometimes hindsight offers a clearer perspective on the Divine plan. I think I'm going to leave it there and re-post a couple of poems I wrote a year or so ago because I have a political rant bubbling up in me and I think poetry is probably better.
Reflecting on my life,I wonder about decisions I have madeIf I had done this instead of that,What would it look like now?Would I be happierSadder, wiserReflecting on my lifeIt’s so tempting to second guessAnd blame myself for roads not takenTo think, “ah… if only… then…:As though who I am is not enoughAs though the road not takenWould have been rut free with no detoursReflecting on my lifeI wish I could run, but I’m glad I can walkI wish I had moreBut then I remember how many have so much lessReflecting on my lifeI would be wiser, perhapsLess prone to sorrowI would laugh and sing moreReflecting on my lifeThe things I most would changeWere not in my handsThe things I most would changeChanged meOften – not always - for the betterReflecting on my lifeOn my best days I am gratefulTo love and be lovedTo live, breathe, think, dreamAnd yes – even to reflect.
- Katherine E. Rabenau