Once again I find the timing of
my prompt significant. Breathe Easy… what DID/DO I mean by that little
phrase?!
Relief?! Gratitude?! [that it
wasn’t worse than it was]
For me, I’ll go with the relief
that it is only my very sore
body, fuzzy-headedness, and a still timid Gracie.
Breathe Easy…
That it wasn’t worse and that I
NEVER Let Go of Gracie.
That the lady came out and got
her dogs.
That there was a man outside a
few houses up who saw the whole thing.
That I was able to get up and
walk home, comforting Gracie.
That my brain seems okay and
that my soreness is manageable…
I know how it is when you have a
dog [or dogs] and they get out BEyond where you can control. I know the lady was
really feeling horrible. I know BEcause once upon a time I had a dog who got out
and in her over-protective mode knocked the mail carrier down the steps…
But I am still shaken AND
stirred.
Still canNOT get the sound of
Gracie’s cries to stop replaying.
Still feeling like my brain was
left out too long in the sun.
Still finding my breath hard to
catch much less breathe with ease…
This is why we Let Go of the
Past.
I love you, Currie
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