Hold on to what is still inside of me
The breathing in and out, the beating of my heart
Those constants that are always near
Grasp on to what is moving in the world
The whirling seconds, the leapfrogging moments,
Those variables always at my fingertips
Hold on to what is still in the world
The reflecting sun, the strumming guitar
Those outer comforts instilling peace
Grasp on to what is moving inside of me
The turning of my mind, the chaos of my heart
Those gears unlocking piece by piece
I wrote this poem on a flight home to Minneapolis after visiting friends in Seattle. Five days prior I had left the company where I had been working for eight years. I would be starting my new job in twelve hours. In that moment it felt like everything was simultaneously moving and standing still. The airplane was flying at 600 mph, yet it was so smooth I couldn’t feel any movement. My new work world was a complete unknown, but I felt solid in the decision to leave my previous company and do something different. Isn’t all of life like this? The balance of moving forward while remaining grounded, seeking change and maintaining stability, pursuing growth and pausing to rest.
The photo was taken on a beach at Cape Tribulation in Queensland, Australia.