Your One Wild and Precious Life

Yesterday in my message I ended with a poem by Mary Oliver. Her last two lines are the most recognizable but here is the whole poem:

Summer Day
Who made the world?
Who made the swan, and the black bear?
Who made the grasshopper?
This grasshopper, I mean -
the one who has flung herself out of the grass
the one who is eating sugar out of my hand,
who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down -
who is gazing around with her enormous and complicated eyes.
Now she lifts her pale forearms and thoroughly washes her face.
Now she snaps her wings open, and floats away.
I don't know exactly what a prayer is.
I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down
into the grass, how to kneel in the grass,
how to be idle and blessed, hot to stroll through the fields,
which is what I have been doing all day.
Tell me, what else should I have done?
Doesn't everything die at last, and too soon?
Tell me, what is it you plan to do
With your one wild and precious life?

What a penetrating question to ask halfway through one's life...or even near the end..."Tell me, what else should I have done?" In the poem she pays attention to the grasshopper and all that is around her but how much does she pay attention to her life? How much do we pay attention to our lives? To our dreams, aspirations, passions, and creative callings?

How do you answer those two last lines?
Tell me, what is it you plan to do
With your one wild and precious life?