Bucket List of the Soul
I always thought a bucket list was meant to be filled with places you wanted to see before leaving this world. But as time moves forward, I’ve begun to wonder—when we finally reach those places, the ones that sometimes take years to get to, the ones people cross off one by one—are they truly what we imagined? Perhaps yes, in part. But these days I find myself drawn to a different kind of list. Not of destinations, but of dreams. Not of miles traveled, but what I can imagine that's felt.
A bucket list of Fantasy?
So I asked my soul what it desired, and here it is—my Bucket List of the Soul….
To kiss the moon, as if my lips could touch its silver glow.
To smell fresh evergreen, and let its scent anchor me to earth.
To lie open in a field, body and spirit unguarded, embraced by wildflowers.
To fall asleep under the sky, where stars whisper their ancient secrets.
To hear a river sing me to stillness, each ripple a hymn.
To walk barefoot in morning dew until my feet remember Eden.
To write my name in the sand and watch the tide carry it into forever.
To taste the northern lights, let their colors dissolve on my tongue, and say yes when this Grand Light asks for dance beneath its magnificent Display until my spirit feels its Song.
To love so freely, it feels like breathing.
So perhaps the truest bucket list isn’t about chasing destinations, but about opening ourselves to wonder in ways no map can lead us.
These are the longings that don’t require a passport or years of planning, only a willingness to imagine, feel, and be Present.
For when I kiss the moon,
taste the Northern Lights to a
dance beneath its mesmerizing color,
In the sanctuary of my soul,
I realize—I have already arrived.
