Are you spinning? Caught in the vortex of loss and uncertainty that is far beyond what we have experienced before? Me too.
Some days I slip into reactivity – a blurry space of hopping from one thing to another trying to fix something, anything. It’s like vertigo.
Step, breathe, step, breathe. Look up, look down, look around. Breathe, step, breathe.
Where can we find hope?
Step, breathe, step, breathe. Look up, look down, look around. Breathe, step, breathe.
In a blade of grass. The rise of my son’s back as he breathes. My fingers in dirt. My hand in my husband’s hand. Lost in the clouds revealing the sun. The shades of my daughter’s hair. Morning dew on the plants. Laughter. Shared tears. The beginning and ending of each day.
Step, breathe, step, breathe. Look up, look down, look around. Breathe, step, breathe.