I struggle through. 10. 11. 12. Then again. Sometimes it seems too much. It's too heavy. But I do it again because it's what I need to do.
My feet hit the ground in rapid succession. Over and over. Just a few minutes more and then I can stop. It's too far, too many hills. But I don't stop, I continue on. It's what I need to do.
I lean forward just a bit further. I feel the release. I push again, then hold. My body rejoices at the feeling. My body is growing stronger day by day. It needs the relief, it needs the rest.
I hold it in my hands. I stare at the words, so foreign yet so familiar. I turn the page looking for clues, for answers to questions not yet asked.
I sit in a circle, my ears drinking in the sounds. Stories so different yet the same. Hope is offered. Wisdom is given.
I speak. My tongue forming my truth. I pause, afraid. But no rejection comes. I am embraced with nods and smiles. They hear me. They see me.
I sit alone breathing. Quiet fills me. I stay. I focus. My mind rejoices at the stillness. My spirit is filled. My mind and spirit are growing stronger day by day. I need the relief, the rest, the connection.