One Question

If you had one question to ask what would it be? If you were twenty it may be who your soulmate is, as a thirty year old how can I succeed in my career, as a forty year old, will my kids grow up to be happy and successful?

As a mid lifer hitting fifty however, the question may involve mortality. What happens when I die? Is there a higher power? Will my life have had meaning?

There's a commercial on TV for the 2010 Special Olympics.  A healthy looking thirty + year old who lost his leg is talking about how stoked he is to compete in the games.  He explained how he felt more alive in the years since the accident than he had for the previous thirty years. It struck me...hard.  We all need to live like that. I've read it, I don't know how many times, but it didn't impact me like this young man standing in front of a camera totally animated as he shared his excitement over only having one leg.

So next summer I am becoming a karmayogi: a volunteer at an island retreat.  I work six hours a day, practice mediation in the morning, listen to lectures in the evening, practice yoga (may be a challenge, I don't pretzel up too well) and the rest of the day is mine to enjoy, explore and commune. The lecturers I may get to meet and hear range from Dr. Andrew Wiehl to Natalie Goldberg.  If you don't know who they are, just google them.

My question?  Well, I think it would have to be "How can I be of service to the world?"

What would your question be?

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