It takes only a moment 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, Walk Slowly
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, Walk Slowly
(via ashramof1)