It's not - yet - feeling quite right.
Even on the quietest of mornings...on those ones when I am usually feeling most centered and grounded - I can be too easily up-ended.
One moment - I'm in silent...steady...patient stillness.
The next - I find myself in an agitated state of flight.
I'm reminded to stay the steady course. I
'm reminded to maintain my focus. I'm reminded to ground down.
She makes it look so easy - I thought.
Even when she can't see where it is she's going...she trusts. She believes.
And - as I watched...as I pondered - all I could wish for her...is what I am wishing for myself.
A safe landing. A one that is forgiving and kind.