Pondering Blog exploring lessons from life’s teachers
20 Breaths
I gently pushed off into the darkness - slowly frog-stroking away from shore,
stretching my arms and legs and moving through the darkness into the unknown,
now an ocean creature, through the cold, healing liquid.
for ten counts out
turning,
and ten counts back.
Pushing Through: Stop
There was no room for ginger steps.
In the early years.
I had to push through.
But I don’t have to do that anymore.
I can stop pushing.
I can stop pushing.
I can walk gingerly.
and take care.
of my
self.