One step at a time

This morning I fell down on my knees, not to pray, but because I tripped.

Walking out the door, task oriented, I stepped onto the edge of the “Namaste” welcome mat, and my ankle turned sharply. I was weightless, perfectly mindful and unattached, for a split second.

Then, Bam! Two knees on the hard aggregate porch floor. Back to earth with the force of 150 pounds of 60 year old body.

I rolled over onto my back, held onto my shins, and breathed.

No thoughts. Just awareness.

And pain. And fear. And some humiliation.

Message: Wake up. Pay attention. Slow down. Don’t take anything for granted.

Amen.