with each step.
4.30.2011
no matter whaat, each step is before me. regardless of the weather, my temperment, each step is waiting. my steps this morning were sacred as with most mornings, but in a couple of different ways. i went out ready for anything, but not ready to fall. i tripped in a place i've crossed hundreds of times (maybe even over a thousand, but i don't keep count). i know the path. i know my feet. yet, there are times we fall. we stumble, we spat on the pavment. there's something sacred about the knowing that comes when you get up. get up. move. taking that new post-fall step, continuing on the journey.
No comments:
Post a Comment