Testify

For the last month or two, I've been keeping a daily to-do list of sorts.
It has evolved into a first part that I call "My Life" and a second part that I call "My Day."

"My Life" has largely become a series of affirmations. One that recurs is "I follow my bliss, my intuition, and my best judgment." Well, apparently this notion, or this mode, won't let me sleep tonight until I ...testify. Affirm the affirmations.

I won't recount all the recent serendipities right now. I'll simply state that they convince me that I am to write, and that I am to write about the process (the interaction of wishes and fulfillment, and the steps in between).

For someone who writes fairly easily most times, these few sentences have been surprisingly difficult.

Let me set something down, as poem of the day, and I will resume testifying later. I'm pretty sure that will satisfy the intuitional nudge (and I DO need some sleep!)

A friend of mine died two nights ago; his funeral was today. Tonight I asked if he'd like to guest-write or guest-inspire the day's poem. I should have asked him to contribute toward a title. That's one thing about wish-fulfillment; it helps to be specific. The man's name was Ford Best. He was a phenomenon of giving and of accomplishment.



Do your best
and then do more.
Be a giver.
Don't keep score.

Be your best
and then be more.
Life's a challenge,
not a chore.