summer in nyc.

a test: to leave my comfortable, small and predictable city for something larger, busier and much more complex. how invigorating.

the key is, never go to bed angry with one another.

have fun, and laugh.

and always have love, just have love.

-a wise innkeeper

here's to hoping

The Dash - Linda Ellis

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There was a man who stood to speak

at the funeral of a friend

He referred to the dates on her tombstone

from the beginning to the end

.

He noted that first came her 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 stands for all the time

that she spent alive on earth.

and now only those who loved her

know what that little line is worth.

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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.

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If we could just slow down enough

to consider what's true and real

and always try to understand

the way other people feel

.

we'd 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 you eulogy is being read

with your life's actions to rehash

woudl you be proud of the things they say

about how you spent your dash?

Doing all the little tricky things it takes to grow up,

step by step, into an anxious and unsettling world

-Sylvia Plath

you were always my favorite part.

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