captured in mineral de pozos, mexico
Do you ever get those “just toss it” moments? Well this stay in Arizona allowed time in the home office doing just that. As I pulled books and binders off the shelves on the topics of leadership, managing, consulting, service, etc….I had to chuckle as my thoughts went to the NYC studio portion of my bedroom now filled with books on photography, mixed media, and design. Time has brought change and in so many ways it felt so liberating (and perhaps a little bitter sweet) to toss all the books, binders and folders that are no longer a part of my life. (And in full confession it has taken me 10 years into retirement to finally do this!) Which leads me to the topic of my dash binder.
Well the dash binder was put together years and years ago after I came across the following poem…perhaps you’ve come across it too at some point…
The Dash
I read of a man who stood to speak
at the funeral of a friend.
He referred to the dates on her tombstone,
from the beginning…to the end.
He noted that first came the date of her birth
and spoke of the following date with tears,
but he said what mattered most of all
was the dash between those years.
For that dash represents all the time
that she spent alive on earth.
And now only those who loved her
know what that little line is worth.
For it matters not, how much we own,
the cars…the house…the cash.
What matters is how we live and love
and how we spend our dash.
So, think about this long and hard.
Are there things you’d like to change?
For you never know how much time is left
that can still be rearranged.
If we could just slow down enough
to consider what’s true and real
and always try to understand
the way other people feel.
And be less quick to anger
and show appreciation more
and love the people in our lives
like we’ve never loved before.
If we treat each other with respect
and more often wear a smile,
remembering that this special dash
might only last a little while.
So, when your eulogy is being read,
with your life’s actions to rehash…
would you be proud of the things they say
about how you spent YOUR dash?
So my thoughts were to save things throughout the years that would contribute to my dash. So into a binder things would go…personal notes from employees during my corporate years thanking me for being such a mentor to them, notable performance evaluations, newspaper clippings on my short lived consulting business, magazine articles on the book I co-wrote with my business partner, notes of thanks for my time on various boards…you know…that kind of stuff.
As I pulled this binder off the shelf…the question I asked myself…”What are you going to do with all of this that you’ve been saving for 30 plus years?” So I’ve decided, after all this time, what’s important is what I know in my heart. For all the people that have come in and out (and stayed!) in my life…I’ve strived for it to always be about feelings of respect, appreciation and deep sharing…not about the material things at all. So after all these years of saving these things, I now realize a binder is no longer needed to remind me…I feel comfortable and proud of the things they may say…yep, tossed it all.
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Thanks to everyone for all of your kind comments on my photography from Mexico and New Mexico! Means so much!
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Very good poem, so much truth. Life is not about what you can buy. It is what you can give, and that is not, in giving presents. No, give yourself, give somebody 10 minutes of your time when needed.
You know our story, I sometimes say too people, ‘life fits in two carton boxes’. Ginnie proved it.
I love the painting on the wall. It gives a feel of joy.
Beautiful, just like you!
XoXo & MORE. GH
What a wonderful post, Robin! It reminded me of a simple but profound quote I heard years ago at a church service. The pastor said, “Life is like a game of Monopoly. When it’s over, it all goes back in the box.”
I moved so often during the last years that I often had to make decisions about what to keep and what to throw away. Still there are lot of things to get rid of one fine day, and I need more space for my new books about photography, too!
I understand about your dash binder. I have thrown out so much stuff in moving this time around. Things I have carted around for years and thought they defined a lot about me.
I’m still here, but decided that I could keep those mementos in my head and my heart, instead of carting them around to consume nothing more than space!!
Oh Robin, I can so relate! I am not nearly as accomplished as you, but I feel exactly the same way. You come to a point in your life where it is all in your heart and memories, you don’t need to hang on to the physical “stuff”, it does not define you.
I have seen that poem before (In rehab, the first time) and it is so meaningful.
You have and continue to, touch so many lives and mean so much to so many for all individual reasons.
Time to make room for your beautiful photos & stories!
XO
A wonderful poem and so on the money, it is all too easy to miss those things which are so important when you’re caught in the maelstrom that is work, life and living.
The photo is perfect