Walking on Air

Up, Up, we GrOw...

Cool phrase—
so happy and impossibly light.

We are all made of molecules,
after all—

Why shouldn’t it be possible?

Not exactly MY experience
this week.

Missed a step.

The air didn’t hold me—
the cement floor did.

One of those moments of
instant gratitude—

For things not going
much, much worse.

Two close friends headed
to surgery lately
from falls of their own.

Is this part of aging?

Or are we all just moving through
a season
where gravity feels heavier
than before?

Things seem intense lately
for nearly everyone.

Kinda reminds me
of the house in UP—

Balloons straining skyward
while everything inside
tries not to break.

Maybe that’s what relationships
are for now—

Helping each other stay afloat
through this next
evolutionary leap.

I’ve got tea at my house.

Bring your balloons.

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