Great Risk
The good days are returning, or at least the semblance of them; yesterday, and today, I have accomplished some (very slow) tasks around the house. My best part of the day was this morning when out of a cloudy sky came a most wonderful display for goose down feathers for nearly an hour. I love watching it snow like that; and of course it was gone in just minutes after it quit. We are having a very late spring here in our part of the Dakotas.
Several of the late arriving song birds are still to show up; they think it is a bit too chilly to stay around until we have good sunshine.
Then my friend from away called and we had a good conversation. He is having physical problems and it is a worrisome situation, but I told him we could make it through any thing that we needed to when he comes; perhaps between the two of us we can find one whole person. We both need some time together, and have decided when he comes, we will just drive until we are tired and find a place to rest.
It was also a day to search for a couple articles I had hoped to find again, no luck on that pursuit but I did find the following quote, and perhaps I have shared it with you in prior years, if so, here it is again; one of my favorites and I had forgotten about it until today.
My young friend and I were talking about this last night when she was here, and I remarked that sometimes loving someone was scary, and after we talked, we both know it is always risky to give of oneself completely, though it often happens sometimes it just wasn’t what we thought it would be. No matter, when one finds a love; man, woman; woman, woman; man,man, when it is love that is the important part. And even if it does not always work out as we might have dreamed it, one wouldn’t have missed the experience for the world.
So, here in lies my thought for this day….
Risking
To laugh is to risk appearing the fool.
To weep is to risk appearing sentimental.
To reach out for another is to risk involvement.
To expose your feelings is to risk exposing your true self.
To place your ideas, your dreams, before a crowd is to risk their loss.
To Love is to risk not being loved in return.
To live is to risk dying.
To hope is to risk despair.
To try is to risk failure.
Ralph Waldo Emerson