I'd Like to Know what's Keeping Me from Seeing this Ground as New Ground

I know the feeling of the soles of my shoes hitting the ground
                                             All too well. 
Signals sent from brain to feet and back.
Without a thought I've made my way from home, to church, to coles, to a friend's.
Going out of my way to parade over only the crunchiest looking leaves. 
Something as simple as walking, moving, travelling from one place to another
                                                               taken for granted daily. 


I Love the Beauty in the Most Basic Realities.  



Sitting, early for class
                                        a class I dread most.  
A shiny black piano my only company
It stares me down, the exterior removed, bearing all to the gradually filling classroom.
"Your up."
Heart racing, hands sweating, face flushing.
Has anyone felt so much of a failure?
Inadequate?  Incompetent?  Of poor quality?
I might cry.  I probably will.
Some people are blessed with natural ability.
Some people have to work at it.
This should be motivating, inspiring.
Feeling more intimidated, lethargic, stressed.
Excellence is eluding, and I am responsible to pursue it.
                                                         Isn't that what I'm here for?


Over Tired, Overwhelmed
Under Committed, Uninspired
Sick, Sore, Scatterbrained.  


Free apple cider.
What a surprise, only for me.
A slow sip, a happy sigh.
Delicious, Warm
                        Liquid comfort.
It's always the littlest things that catch my attention
          Leave me in awe.
Warmth fills my body with assurance, comfort, stillness.
Everyone and everything fall away.
It's just me, it's up to me.
Open your eyes.
You can do it, you have to
                                                  or you might loose it.



Simple elegance shows up at exactly the right moment.