Out to Balance, back in 5 minutes.

I take this step intentionally, without malice or anger. I do not fear nor hope for any particular out come. I see all the colors and I do not pick any one as a favorite; I love them all differently, though perhaps not equally. Balanced doesn't always mean right in the middle. A center of balance isn't always where one would assume it to be. I'm not straddling that center line, I'm way off to both sides at the same time, but I'm still looking for my balance. Hold your breath, close your eyes, spin around in circles, and try to stand on one foot. Have any luck? Wouldn't it be easier if we all just relaxed, opened our eyes, took a deep breath, and put one foot in front of the other? Because what is walking if not perpetual falling, a beautiful example of chaos in motion. Not still or supported, just a continuous stream of the almost disastrous that somehow manages to become a perfectly placed foot.