Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things you didn’t do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream.


– Mark Twain

The following took place in my playroom at work recently. Sweet Girl hugged herself tight. “I have no space to myself”, she began. So we talked about taking time for herself in many small ways in her large family, up to working out a “shift” of a half hour time for herself in the room she shared with two siblings. Before she left the playroom, Sweet Girl tried convincing me that going on a theme park ride at a nearby water park would actually be something I’d enjoy. I’d explained to her that I am a certified wuss when it comes to amazingly terrifying rides where you dangle from great heights above the ground. “It’s really fun” she said. “It looks funner from the bottom. At first I was really scared. But when I got up top, I told myself ‘this isn’t so high anymore, it isn’t so bad’. You got to take it in stages, you know”, Sweet Girl spoke gently to me. My heart turned over. “Wow”, I said. “You really know what you’re talking about”. She walked out, head held high.
One of my favorite books, no longer in print, is “Will It Be Okay?”, by Crescent Dragonwagon (yes, that is her name – ain’t it great?). In it, a girl is encouraged by her mother to name every fear she has, big to small and back again. At the end, the girl says to her mother “But what if you die?” and the mother replies something about how love never dies, but wraps around one’s