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February 29, 2012

[Welcome to Chasing Maybes. Here, I challenge myself to embrace adventures I’ve previously dismissed or ignored.  Thanks for joining me in the chase.]

it burns for you.

it was born for you.

it begs you to dive, wildly or with purpose,

into its expanse.

think too much, and you just might miss it.

weigh yourself with yesterday,

you’ll never take flight.

stop breathing for a second.

lay your toes on the edge,

listen closely to its whisper —

other people’s dreams are boring” — and



A few days ago, I thought about a photo my aunt took of me when I was about five years old.  She captured my very first jump off of the high diving board.  In it, I am graceless, wide-eyed, and terrified, and it remains one of my very favorite childhood pictures.  The next time I am at my parents’ house, I will try to find it and share it.

Happy Leap Day, folks.  On what precipice do you find yourself today?  I wish you enough wisdom to look, and enough courage to leap.  Thanks, as always, for showing up.

4 Comments leave one →
  1. February 29, 2012 12:14 pm

    I love, LOVE this poem! I read it over and over three times. Just gorgeous.

  2. Deborah Cayer permalink
    March 1, 2012 9:29 am

    This poem is stunningly real and true. Wherever it came from, go there often. It’s holy ground.

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