
A life well lived would be a life lived with authenticity — where love had been the norm.
Where joy was followed with intention.
A life that was lived close to nature.
Where loved ones and friends shared communal meals, laughter, deep discussions, and joy.
Fireplaces, books, and long walks by the river or in the woods.
Where grief and joy would be shared experiences.
Where no one had to face their fears alone.
Where there were open hearts and no masks.
Where laughter and music were always present.
Where real food was cooked with deep love, and sharing a meal felt sacred.
Where movies were an occasional delight… sunrises and sunsets took their place instead.
Where everyone spoke to each other with kindness and love, aware of the preciousness of the memories being made.
Where every moment was lived fully.
Where the past and the future held no interest.
Where time slowed down and birds sang through the day.
Where stars shone bright in the sky.
Where we could all be creative in our unique ways and do what inspired us.
Where we shared our gifts with each other generously.
Where we celebrated each occasion with a song and dance until our hearts burst open with the joy of being alive.
Where there was no fear of death.
Where we gathered together to celebrate both the comings and the goings with equal reverence and peace.
Where stories were handed down generations and no one was ever forgotten.

