My friend, George, gifted me with several things yesterday. One of his gifts was a one page piece that captured the ‘top five regrets of the dying.’ Since we are all dying, in a literal sense, I began to think about What Really Matters? Abiding Friendship, Love, Compassion, the Laughter of children of a certain age, Crying [especially the crying that comes with deep pain], Gardens in full bloom, the Wilderness, Deep Currents, Rolling Hills, Mountains, Forgiveness, Healing, Potential, certain types of Rain, the same with Snow, Curiosity, certain Un-Like People, my daughter, Rebecca, my son, Nathan, Opportunity, my second family in Singapore, the first Lagers [Lagers ‘A’], my Doubts [their name is Legion], the times I have Faith and Hope, Mystery, Deep Thinkers, Questions that move, stretch, challenge, and engage me, Integrity, Books that nurture and stimulate, Golf, Searching Conversations, Awareness, Intentionality, Dust, Honey Bees, my First Family [all the way back to. . .When I reflect upon all that has had to occur for me to be sitting here this day I am whelmed-over; of all of the billions of souls that did not survive my lineage has, so far – WOW and YIKES], my Middle Name [part of my lineage back to 1066], my Search . . . to be continued, perhaps – perhaps not.
Dear Reader, what really matters to you?
Searcher-Seeker 