I'm on a slow discovery. Being taken step by step through an overgrown meadow. The wind is blowing and with every step I feel cautious and hesitant, pushing my heel ever so slightly to the ground followed by my arch and my toes. One step at a time. That's all my anxious heart can manage. One step at a time.
I smell the wildflowers. If a scent can be one of beauty, this without a doubt would be that. The colors are radiant. Reds, pinks, yellows. I want to pick them all and take them home with me. I can visualize a lovely floral centerpiece on my dining room table, brightening my mornings, reminding me of the peace I have found in their natural habitat. But that's not why I'm here. I need to focus on being here. One step at a time.
The sun is slowly warming me as I see it rising in the distance. It's boosting my confidence, making my steps become more on tempo rather than sporadic. Where am I going? What am I discovering? I'm not really sure yet. But I know I'm supposed to be here. I know I'm supposed to be walking through this field. This chaotic and mysterious, yet beautiful field. I'm supposed to be here. And I'm going to keep moving. One step at a time.