When I walk now,
I gasp a little.
Weak-kneed and queasy,
trusting myself only on this simple
straight and safe and
(we love the known),
Sun and breeze a shield of sorts,
holding me together or
familiar parts of me
c. Pamela Goode 2012
4 thoughts on “Leaving Home on a Morning Walk”
I think you’ve discovered what’s had me unsettled for the last few months. The “unknown.” I thought I handled curve balls very well. When life’s basics are okey-dokey, a few unknowns sprinkled here and there can add a little spice and variation. But when one of the substantives goes missing, the ground gets a little shaky.
Even more unsettling is I can actually DO something to fix this. I just don’t want to. That seems a little crazy to me.
Thanks for the reality check!
Love, love, love!
I love this.
(we love the known), — my favorite part. Sometimes the known is the greatest comfort we can experience, and there’s nothing the least bit wrong with that.