to decide
where to place
your foot next;
so afraid you are
that the next
move will be
your last.
In this life,
relaxing your
attention has not
been an option.
Racing.
Responding.
Recovering.
The 3 R’s,
and repeat.
and repeat.
You never learned
how to play.
How to rest.
How to be carefree.
Childhood was
not an option
either.
You feel the
family legacy
deep inside your
bones- as do I.
One that is felt
on days when it rains,
and our genes
throb- reminding
us of their
reality.
And yet, it also seems,
there is wisdom too
from I know not where.
It tells you that
living and loving
from fear
is not sustainable
or desirable.
So you choose
courage instead.
Courage which means:
with heart.
Heart that allows
you to strap
on the rope
and the shoes,
to climb that
bloody mountain that
calls you and mocks
you at the same time.
With your heart
beating a mile
a minute and sweat dripping
down the center
of your back,
you carefully choose
the next ledge
to place your foot.
And then the next.
Having no certainty,
for certainty does not exist,
that it will be
the “right” decision.
In the end
it will be a combination
of backwards
and forwards.
Slipping and scaling.
Accomplishment and
confusion.
Yet all the while,
skillfully moving forward.
Learning as you
grow.
-Me
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