If I had my life to live over, I would start barefoot earlier in the spring and stay that way into the fall. I would go to more dances. I would ride more merry-go-rounds. I would pick more daisies.
I would bring the tenderness I’ve learned from dark, heavy days and offer it to the world. I would love fiercely and unabashedly, starting with me. And with my whole heart, I would offer you the gift of my being and hope for your offering in return. I would live boldly and shine as brightly as the stars from whence we came.