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
that we will all cross the finish
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