A Wild Heart
Today you’re 61. Assume nothing. Assume everything. If not now, when?
Don’t assume calm seas and a fair breeze – although
they will be yours most often. More frequent than others fear.
Don’t assume love is a white charger.
It’s piebald. Give and receive it frequently and unreservedly.
Don’t assume numbers mean success.
Honour your own measures. Stand tall in your values.
Assume your true purpose.
Don’t assume status quo is a good.
Nudge and question assumptions; choose consciously.
Don’t assume location is fixed. Roots are
transplantable, love new soil, fresh light and changing skies.
Don’t assume words will always flow.
Even for beauty, wells run dry. Nurture attention and exuberance.
Don’t assume skipping up three flights of stairs
will last. Limbs fail. But feel the pleasure and ease in your muscles.
Don’t assume size 10 is your forever-due.
Gravity strikes. But plump for everything that matters.
Don’t assume perfection is real.
It’s a mirage and feeds procrastination and inertia.
Don’t assume happiness lies over the horizon.
It’s here, right under your nose. In every breath and glance.
Assume a clear gaze.
Don’t assume you have all the answers -
or the latest guru does either. Trust your intuition, your resourcefulness.
Don’t assume senses will always nourish you.
Oceans, music, cut grass, velvet, vanilla – all these can fade.
Don’t assume you can flourish in isolation,
pull up the drawbridge or stay safe. That’s death.
Don’t assume your next decades will
be without pain. Without loss. These are life’s threads.
Don’t assume you can live full and vibrant
while staying small and silent. Listen; be heard. See; be seen.
Don’t assume day follows night, spring follows
winter, year follows year. One day they won’t.
Relish each dance. Each sky. Each hand in yours.
Assume nothing. Assume everything.
Becky Kilsby 2018 All Rights Reserved