Chapter Fifteen: What Next? |
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As
I was driving home one evening in 2004, my longtime friend John Doyle asked
me impatiently, “What do you want to do with you life?” In
traffic, I repeated from my cell phone, “What do I want to do with my
life?” He
persisted, “Yeah. Do you want to get married or do you want to keep being
godmother to all those kids?” He was referring to the many I mentor. Little
did he know, I was pondering the same question. I
said, “Funny you should ask that. I'm writing the last chapter in my book.
I have been giving a lot of thought to the same question lately.” He
repeated, “So, what do you want to do with your life?” I
paused. “Well,” I took my time answering, “I want to place my feet
more gently on the earth. Maybe I'd like a companion to spend the rest of my
life with.” He
asserted, “You need to get you a companion first.” Then
we got into our usual mating dance that always ends with our mutual
self-conscious laughter. Ours is a long and complex relationship. We have a
deep friendship and love for each other. We also banter back and forth
regularly. "What
do you want to do with your life?" Driving,
I kept thinking about John’s question after we hung up. One
thing is certain. I am beginning to walk more gently on the earth. Looking
out my living room window calms me. I have begun to appreciate watching the
roses bloom in my front yard, one at a time. I enjoy moments of solitude as
I look out my front window past the birch trees that hover over me. I enjoy
my protective trees and watch in awe as they change their appearance with
the seasons. I see the squirrels running up and down them year round. I love
to watch and listen to the birds. I see and hear the chirping sparrows that
remind me God's eye is on me. I see the non stop hummingbirds suspended mid
air and blackbirds lined up along my white picket fence. The blackbirds seem
to stand guard along my fence in protection of me. There are occasional cats
that enter my yard. They stay for a moment and then they are on their way. On two
occasions, sparrows flew into my home. One I discovered at the start of a
new day. That meant he had been in my home overnight without me even knowing
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