after weeks of running and running and not stopping.
i needed the pause.
this past week, on my way to a session with a client, i stopped at a store to buy myself a coconut water. the lady standing in line behind me at the cash register, seeing how in a hurry i was, said, please. take your time. i'm not in a rush. and i smiled at her and said, thank you, but i am. and she said, are you on your way to work? and, what do you do?, she asked, before i had a chance to answer her first question. and i told her, i'm a counselor.
and yes, i am.
but sometimes i feel like i'm a ghost. skimming the air as an elaboration of air. as wind. as storm. as vagabond spirit. but, where is my body? left behind. somewhere. trying to recuperate from too much too much too much. or is it my spirit that's left behind while my body glides from here to there, doing
but not being.
a reintegration of me with me.
before tomorrow arrives again.