Posted on: September 19, 2015 • 0 Comments
Last night in the Hostel was an all women slumber party! I am through my sleep in the same room with men and now my roomy is a woman. She got up early to look for bears and moose to photograph. Well, someone has to do it! I am doing all I can to avoid them. I hope that she will find them and safely take pictures so I can see them. There are two other amazing women here also. They have been friends since high school. They are on a 3-week Thelma and Louise journey. Everyone is such an inspiration. We are on this journey of life together. Everyone I have met and reconnected with along the way have been supportive and shared their own story. I am forever grateful for this experience. I have had the luxury to gift women with Womanly Journey bracelets along this journey! The way it touches their heart brings me back to the core reason I created them in the first place; to remind women of their greatness.
At breakfast this morning, one of my slumber party sisters told me about The Dash poem. It is so poignant that I have to share it. At this point my Dash is pretty awesome!
by Linda Ellis copyright 1996
I read of a man who stood to speak
at the funeral of a friend.
He referred to the dates on the tombstone
from the beginning…to the end.
He noted that first came the date of birth
and spoke the following date with tears,
but he said what mattered most of all
was the dash between those years.
For that dash represents all the time
that they spent alive on earth.
And now only those who loved them
know what that little line is worth.
For it matters not, how much we own,
the cars…the house…the cash.
What matters is how we live and love
and how we spend our dash.
So, think about this long and hard.
Are there things you’d like to change?
For you never know how much time is left
that can still be rearranged.
If we could just slow down enough
to consider what’s true and real
and always try to understand
the way other people feel.
And be less quick to anger
and show appreciation more
and love the people in our lives
like we’ve never loved before.
If we treat each other with respect
and more often wear a smile,
remembering that this special dash
might only last a little while.
So, when your eulogy is being read,
with your life’s actions to rehash…
would you be proud of the things they say
about how you spent YOUR dash?