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 judgement 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
