Walk Slowly

It only takes a reminder to breathe, a moment to be still, and just like that,
something in me settles, softens, makes space for imperfection.
The harsh voice of judgment drops to a whisper and I remember again that life isn’t a relay
race; that we will all cross the finish line;
that waking up to life is what we were born for.
As many times as I forget, catch myself charging forward without even knowing where I’m going,
that many times I can make the choice to stop, to breathe, and be, and walk slowly into the mystery.

Danna Faulds

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