What a thing , remembering once again , as we
stand to stir dinner , or clear our dish, or pick things up, come evening,
remembering in that small moment when we stand at a window , looking out on
what we find there, bending back to stretch a bit, to now take a deep breath,
exhale heartily , let go of the day's tension in our eyes and shoulders and
tight forehead and jaw , that suddenly noticed constrained breath , to pull our
arms up over our head and feel the release - to sigh with relief , and then watch
, as one thought after another worry after another frustration come up and
emerge , like a powerful wave cresting, and then fall, and move on out of us,
released , passing on by.
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