Buckets

What's in your bucket?

What if each day of your life was captured in and represented by a bucket?

What would you find as you walked along a path lined with the buckets of your life? Full buckets or empty buckets? Would they contain contents you'd happily splash on others or sludge you'd rather others not know?

Would you find yourself often eager and excited to sit on the path and spill a bucket before you, lifting each item high, smiling, and holding it close to your heart?

Would you find yourself peering into buckets then looking about hoping no one else could see what you see in there?

Would you find empty buckets?

Would you find buckets overflowing?

Are your days represented by large buckets or small ones?

Are your buckets filled with people or things?

If someone else stumbled upon this path and only knew you by the contents of your buckets what picture would they draw of you?

What are the colors within the buckets? Are there colors at all, or shades? What's on the outside of the buckets, anything? What do the buckets of your life reflect?

It is true, they are your buckets and, in many ways, not there for the evaluation of others, but it is also true they are open for the consideration of all. It is also true that most paths will have some buckets filled and others spilled with both good and bad, sweet and sour, joy and sorrow, triumph and suffering.

There will be buckets empty, too.

What do you find in your buckets as you walk along the path of your life? Contents to share? Contents to hide? Contents you'd forgotten?

The buckets before you as you bend to rest today's bucket in its place on the path ... what of them?

With what do you hope to fill tomorrow's bucket so that one day when you walk this path again you'll find it and hold it with pleasure? What brings you lasting pleasure and how much of it do you find in these buckets?

The path itself, what does it look like? Neat and trimmed, littered and lonely, winding with hills, well lit or dim?

What's in your buckets and where do you keep them and with whom do you share them?

Is this a path that tells your true story, the story you imagined, the story you planned, a story at all?

What's in your buckets?