by Rainer Maria Rilke

God speaks to each of us as he makes us,
Then walks with us silently out of the night.

These are the words we dimly hear:

You, sent out beyond your recall,
Go to the limits of your longing.
Embody me.

Flare up like flame
And make big shadows that I can move in.

Let everything happen to you: beauty and terror.

Just keep going. No feeling is final.
Don’t let yourself lose me.

Nearby is the country we call life.
You will know it by its seriousness.

Give me your hand.

Called & Raised

So apparently I missed part of the tag, so thanks Meg for pointing it out-

Injuries I've had:

1. Broken leg (skiing)
2. Fractured skull and concussion (Kinley)
3. Coconut rings (see the video at 2b1walker.blogspot.com)
4. Various muscle & tendon pulls from running
5. Pride