Possibility

"I'll spread my wings and I'll learn how to fly

I'll do what it takes 'til I touch the sky

And I'll make a wish

Take a chance

Make a change

And breakaway..."

Kelly Clarkson

Wings.
Angels, butterflies...Possibility.

Wandering through cemeteries tends to put things into perspective for me. It's a reminder that my time here, in this body, as "me" is not going to go on forever. And, as I look at centuries of gravestone dates, I'm reminded that's as it should be. For some reason it's meant to be finite, this life of ours. This here and now, in this skin, in this place, is not going to go on forever.

But walking through these memorials to those now gone,  to the finite, never fails to raise the thought, 
"but I'm here now."

Last week, while wandering, I spotted this little porcelain angel and jeweled butterfly atop a child's grave. I stopped for quite some time to ponder this tender sight. I was filled with sadness for those who lost a precious life too early...filled with gratitude for my own babies who still have, as young adults, so much life. So much possibility. And, perhaps more importantly than all this, that ever present notion of my own possibility - that notion that lives within each of us - came bursting forth from the corner of my mind where it often hides.

Yes, standing in front of this memorial to possibility that was lost too soon, I thought, 
"but mine's still here."

So 'stuck' is not a valid life choice. Not while standing here in front of this child's headstone. Not as long as I have breath. Not as long as life offers me possibility and the wings to fly.

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