Too often, we dash between dawn and dusk barely noticing the miracles, large and small, strewn like gems throughout our days.
I recently read an article in which the writer said ‘live your dash’. What I wondered did that mean. She went on to explain that as she wandered through a cemetery one day, she noticed that beneath each name there were two dates with a small dash between them.
I never thought about that – a lifetime reduced to a birth date and a death date separated by a small dash.
I know people who plod through their days for whom that dash is far too large. I know people who dash through their days and never notice the day’s bounty. And I know people for whom that dash is far too small to encompass the life they live.
I’m determined to live my dash from dawn to dusk and then some. Are you living your dash?