Life is nothing, if not random.
Today, I found myself in awe reading an article that was posted on one of my friends' Facebook pages. The article mourns the manager of a adult movie theater who was murdered in Ottumwa. The article killed me the way that good journalism does ... this article made me feel for a man I never met and will never know.
A little while later, I read an article about a project at Harvard Business School that asks graduating MBA students this question, that is derived from a poem written by Mary Oliver: "What is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?"
And then I found the poem itself.
What is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?
What a beautiful question ... one that I'm going to ponder for awhile.
My aunt is doing better - my cousin Leah is posting her progress on Facebook and on my aunt's Caring Bridge site. I am thankful for progress, however small it is ... because my aunt is her own little ray of sunshine. The world would be a little darker without her in it.
Good thoughts and prayers are requested for my friend Laurie's daughter who was in a car accident. It sounds like Breanna is on the mend, but uff da ... how frightening for my friend ...