The ground shifts a moving platform we fight for balance a tightrope walk far from the sky - Caroline A. Slee
self care
Churning
Churning Butterflies in my stomach with razors for wings morning in a race to beat the clock breath shortened heart rate heavy wrapped in chains created in my own mind churning waters as I try not to sink head above water with leaden limbs - Caroline A. Slee
Grind #MondayBlogs
Photo by Monstera on Pexels.com Grind Shoulder to the wheel nose to the grindstone the body into focus work become religion our backs into our labors our time spent on the clock we grind our days into our goals we grind our moments into our purpose we grind until it is obsession part of a … Continue reading Grind #MondayBlogs
Footfalls
Photo by RF._.studio on Pexels.com Creating their own rhythm a dance meant for endurance guiding breath into purpose setting the heartbeat's pace cadence driving the day shifting the journey to a parallel path chasing the horizon as we leave the chaos behind - Caroline A. Slee
Switchbacks
The path ahead is out of sight hidden behind each hairpin turn climbing blindly towards an unknown destination for every inch forward we fall back once more switchbacks doubling our time taking us through pain more than once telling us it is time to find a new road instead of this endless journey going nowhere … Continue reading Switchbacks
Testify
Speak set your voice into the world let your truth fly free upon the air a current that will build into a storm though others may seek to drown you out shout you down deny your words just speak and let your words set you free - Caroline A. Slee
Adapt
Seasons awaken us as we are swamped towering waves as the earth trembles and quakes but we awaken at last to see a path to change the way through to survival and final victory - Caroline A. Slee
The Cream
We rise we will not stay down we are the cream rising to the top our triumphs and tragedies training us into success - Caroline A. Slee
A Rush of Blood
A rush of blood feeds the muscles over hills and down again across the flats through the wall continuing beyond the fire the fatigue the burning protest for finish lines and the accomplishment fed by a rush of blood - Caroline A. Slee
Every Almost
Every almost is more than a miss it is closer moving closer to the horizon we seek Every almost is practice towards perfection steps shaping the path we must create to travel Every almost is the key to finally/at last/accomplished the balance of continuing whenever your heart might falter - Caroline A. Slee