25/07/2024
As I reach this time in my life, I read and repeat this every day.
Do not go gentle into that good night,
old age should burn and rave at the close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
I walked the Camino walking west each day into the darkness of the day. Daily turning around catching the sunrise when I could. To see the day begin, as I walk to the end of the day. To see something new each day. To say goodbye to the day as it passes overhead.
I walked the Camino with the sunrise on my right each day. Following the day as it passed overhead to show me what's on either side of my day, reminding me to look on all sides of life. To the right, where I am going, to my left and where I came from.
The days will end, but keep walking through the day and do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rate against the dying of the light.
I fight to the end, and dance to the music of the day as I hike. Singing my heart, loud and bright. I will not go gentle into that good night.
Find your path, the day is bright. Walk the way to till the end of the day, fiercely, not blind. but fully awake. Grab the sun as it goes overhead to keep it near and in sight. Do not go gentle into that good night.
I add my brightness, to share the day, to share the fight. I refuse to go gently into that good night.