IN ALL HONESTY Trial One: The time when shoes offered little grip on concrete sidewalks I walked to the side on crowded pathways to allow more room for crowds to pass me by. Lately I'd like to occupy more space in my movement. These days I’d like to claim my spot that has been treaded on and neglected on the wayside, like an abandoned child searching in the faces of strangers for a bit familiarity and aching in the stomach from a hunger for belonging. These days I run for awareness in my motions so that when the hands brush against me I may be touched and when eyes fix upon me i may be seen. It’s taken a while to understand my proclivity and now that my North Star is clear in the view I see that the things I sulked about needing never left the radius of my grasp, I am the one who did not reach out. These steps deliver me from resistance one stride on ground at a time...
