Post by Honeylioness on Oct 13, 2015 20:45:21 GMT -5
ONE FOOT ON THE GRASS
When I was four, I got roller skates.
Not “real” ones of course, but the learning kind.
I put them on and started down the hilly street on which I lived.
But the hill was so steep, I got scared.
So, I edged my way down, one foot on the grass, one on the sidewalk.
Many bandaids later, I could keep both feet on the sidewalk.
Today, my life feels like the four-year-old’s again – a steep hill, with a busy street at the bottom.
It’s still scary, but I’m trying to focus past
all the “owies” to the time when both feet are
on the sidewalk --- rolling forward!
~ Rebecca Dawson
When I was four, I got roller skates.
Not “real” ones of course, but the learning kind.
I put them on and started down the hilly street on which I lived.
But the hill was so steep, I got scared.
So, I edged my way down, one foot on the grass, one on the sidewalk.
Many bandaids later, I could keep both feet on the sidewalk.
Today, my life feels like the four-year-old’s again – a steep hill, with a busy street at the bottom.
It’s still scary, but I’m trying to focus past
all the “owies” to the time when both feet are
on the sidewalk --- rolling forward!
~ Rebecca Dawson