Walk Slowly

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 judgment
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”

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