Come to the Edge
by Guillaume Apollinaire (French Poet)
"Come to the edge, he said.
They said: We are afraid.
Come to the edge, he said.
They came.
He pushed them and they flew."
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Transition process continues. It is still difficult to figure out a routine in the midst of continuing change. I'm glad to be driving again, however, I wasn't prepared for how tiring it is. Is there ANYTHING that doesn't sap energy? I know I'm much stronger, so perhaps endurance will improve with practice. This poem describes another way to see this phase of healing as a leap of faith toward acceptance rather than trying to climb out of a pit. Hmmm...worth consideration.