Pause.
Pause.
It feels different this time.
It always feels different.
And here I am … talking with you, alone, once again.
So many voices.
Ideas, distractions.
Floating in my head.
Distractions.
Well ,,, here goes.
Step.
Step.
Breathe.
Slowly now.
Soften the gaze.
Feel the feet.
Feel the feet touching.
Finding the earth.
Moving slowly
Was I supposed to remember to smile?
Smiling takes command of my walking.
But … let that idea go.
No problem.
Here comes another idea.
Slipping forward.
Stepping.
Breathing.
Feeling.
Present, yet not.
What was I coming here for today?
Oh, yeah, that — let it go.
Step.
Turn.
Too fast.
Move more slowly.
Feel the breeze.
Yeah, that’s allowed.
Breathe.
Step.
Step.
The air feels lighter.
Turn slowly.
Nice.
What was I thinking?
No, what was I feeling?
It doesn’t matter.
I am here now.
Step.
Step.
Turn.
Breathe.
I am near the center.
Here.
Footsteps stopping now.
I am standing alone.
Alone still with you.
Humm, you seem rather centered now.
Do you feel the calm?
The calm here in the center?
Wait a bit longer.
Is it time to return?
No, not yet.
Pause.
Pause.
Pause.
Breathe.
Step.
Step.
Step.
Going home so soon?
Let that idea float away too.
TR Flanagan, 2025
Created as part of
The 2nd Space, 2nd Act
3rd Thursday Workshop
February 20, 2025