Life is Not a Dress Rehearsal

Acceptance Letter CaptionIt’s a rare thing to find new beginnings in our sixties.  We have to fight the urge to rest in complacency, to not rock the boat; to tap down dreams for the sake of safety, security or simply to not break a hip.

Yet, here I am, approaching 60 and a dream is coming true.  In June I am going back to school and towards what draws me in and deeply to the roots of my passions. To be with others as a student in silence and nature, in instruction and intuition; to be still in the spirit and yet active in my soul’s feast.

For some the dream will be playing a musical instrument, or just playing; climbing rocks up to new heights or skiing down powdered slops.  But finding and traveling the path to the soul’s passion?  I wonder if this is not one of the most courageous decisions we can make as it risks failure, peer admonishment, or the worst of all – finding out that it wasn’t what we had dreamed it to be all of these years of longing.

“Life is not a dress rehearsal” so it goes, and there is only one way to find out if this is the dream of my soul or human fancy.  So here I go come June.

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