Fences

“Life truly lived is a risky business, and if one puts up too many fences against risk one ends shutting out life itself.” 

Kenneth S. Davis, Courage to Change, December 12

Chicago Union Stockyards Entrance, by Karen Craven
Chicago Union Stockyards Entrance, by Karen Craven

Yesterday, Rachel made us pause and appreciate a blissful moment. As we came out of savasana, ending our practice in corpse pose, when we released everything to the universe so our minds and bodies and could celebrate the peace in being connected to something greater than us, and transitioning into a fetal position, she said, “Wouldn’t it be great if we woke up every morning feeling like this?”

I sighed in agreement.

My daughter unable to sleep, climbed into bed with me last night. I told a friend yesterday that she had done this the night before, and how I embraced the moment for several reasons: she needs me, as a mother I can console her, and as a mother I am savoring these moments of need and closeness with a growing child, who tomorrow may not need me, or at least hold the belief that she doesn’t.

I was initially startled this morning when Bridget’s Fitbit started buzzing at 7 a.m. Then I recalled Rachel’s comment last night. I realized that Bridget at the wise age of 12, lives like that. She enters most mornings slowly, purposefully, quietly. We said good morning to one another and then I closed my eyes, returned to corpse, transitioned to fetal, followed by a good morning stretch before I stood up and opened the curtain to greet a very warm sunrise. The day had begun, without pretense, without fences.

I love the quote from Kenneth S. Davis because it is true. The more I am at peace with who I am, the easier it is, or better put, the less fearful I become of being vulnerable. Being risk-averse is not living. When I read that quote this morning, I envisioned a life with “too many fences” as a life in a gated community where you never let anyone inside. And that would suck.

 

 

 

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