Walk on Saturday

I’m reminded of how grateful I am to breathe without major problems. I have breathing problems, but I’m not sick. These days, breathing gets put into perspective. The scars on my lungs will forever hinder my inhales and exhales. The colder it is, the harder it is to inhale without pain. A stabbing feeling overwhelmsContinue reading “Walk on Saturday”

Simmering Frustration with Compassion

I’m walking down a trail, the concrete is hard beneath my feet. I feel my legs moving me forward. I cross back and forth from the sidewalk to grass, grass to sidewalk, sidewalk back to grass, then back to the sidewalk, when I pass by people. I’ve realized most walk in clusters, uncertain of whatContinue reading “Simmering Frustration with Compassion”