Someone recently asked me what book I would write if I only had two weeks to live. That question caught me slightly off balance. What story would I tell about my life? What wisdom would I share from my time here on planet earth? Would there be a compelling urgency to my last words? Or would I go all nostalgic and reminisce about the past? So many good questions to answer, no? That first question though brought me immediately to the present moment. What would I write, right now? How would I live the final 14 days of my existence? And I found myself wanting to rush headlong to that final moment as I have rushed throughout my life into situations and experiences often more battering ram then well thought out steps. Often instantly jumping then looking later. No doubt a strategy to living a life but maybe one not conducive to self preservation. Though, look. Here I am writing about it so something must be working out. Two weeks and counting. Maybe it won't be me who dies, but