There are days when I look back and wonder what I might have been.
I danced with gifted artists. I studied with people who went on to become famous.
And some were already world renown.

Sometimes a small voice whispers:

What if I pushed harder. What if I wanted more fame. What if I had chosen a different path?

But then I remember something important. The measure of life is not fame. It’s about living a life of love and kindness.

And I have spent my life doing what I love and practicing the dharma of Metta, teaching and sharing poetry, dance, qi gong and joy.

Somewhere there are students who still remember a laugh we shared, a poem, a moment of encouragement, or a class that changed their life.

I may never know how far those ripples traveld. But they traveled.

And I’m still here 78, years

Teaching Learning Writing Growing

My body is not the body I once had. The hips have been replaced. The bones complain. Some mornings getting out of bed is not as easy as it used to be.
There are days when I wonder If I have enough energy to teach.

And then something happens. I show up. The music begins.

The class gathers, the movement starts, the energy returns and life moves through me once again.

If one day I can no longer dance/move as I do now, or I must teach qi gong from a chair, I will still teach, because my spirit will remain uchanged.

Qi Gong is my treasure, my joy.

It has given me balance, community, connection, and peace.

It reminds me that life continues to flow, even as the body changes

I do not need applause to know that my life has mattered.

I have spent my years sharing what I love.

That is enough.

More than enough.

And when I forget I will read these words and remember…

I Cor. 16:14 Let all that you do be done in love