At
difficult times we find ourselves sinking into overwhelm ... either from tiring
tight activity and involvement, or the uneasy sound only of our own breath. We
eat or drink or do not great things, and swing farther in each direction. Our
voluntary oscillation setting sight upon uncertainty , that hasn't an arguable
place here in this moment, with this happening.
We venture guesses, measure destinations that edge up to fears. We extend our reach to untenable subject matter, and catch our breath from the veer. We implode in small bits before we sharp stop the movement , as there is still the ventilating , and then we manage finally to settle it all down with forceful assurance. There is no one else can do it, no one else whose task we and our swinging are. We struggle to stand , lightheadedly holding on tight.
We begin again our ascent .
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