I hardly know lately if it's Sacred Life Sunday or Be Brave---they are both the same here and seem to whirl by each week. Each day is sacred and special. Each day seems to require extraordinary bravery.
Tonight I was going for a walk along my driveway (the one you all know so well) but it was pitch black in the forest. (Pretty dumb, I know.) I had procrastinated with my walking, but ended up going anyway, because I'm so determined to get my steps in every day. So I turned my ankle and fell and landed in the brush off to the side. I laid there for a while wondering what to do, if I was injured, and if I could get up. Wondering how long it would be, if I just stayed there, until someone noticed. Things like that. And just laid there.
After a while, I felt okay, safe...like all would be well. And then I got up and came in.
So here I am. Okay, for the most part. Realizing that life is like this. We have to keep going on. Get up. Walk on. How watchful we have to be to keep our balance. How easily we can be injured. How sometimes we are protected. How sometimes we are okay when there is no good reason why we should be.
Nothing profound today. Just grateful to be okay, to be able to get up, to be able to keep walking.