Esta falta de seguridad en lo que siento me hace tomar una serie de decisiones rápidas, falsas. Y sigo caminando sobre este piso tupido de hojas secas que coloridas tapizan las calles, andenes, huecos, alcantarillas, y sí, todo se ve más bello, hasta cuando caes y te rompes el tobillo.
Cojeando, titubeando, intentando recordar cómo es todo sin las hojas para no caer de nuevo. Pero no me detengo.
A ratos pienso si sería bello detenerme, o acaso sólo debo caminar cauta, intentando recordar en dónde van los huecos tapizados de hojas para no caer en ellos.
O caminar sin tanto recuerdo que genera el temor de caer. Y sólo dejarse llevar a cada paso, sintiendo el peso del cuerpo en equilibrio, por si falla, no hay caída, sino movimiento.
Pat Lezama 
A few years ago I went through a period of months when severe back difficulties disabled me. I had to sleep in a chair as I couldn’t lie flat. As someone who has always enjoyed walking it was heart breaking having to relearn how to walk; a slow process with 2 walking sticks, then with one & always accompanied. What a miracle we are, because in a few months I was walking again without thinking what I had to do. Yes! There is only movement: walking & breathing. 🚶♂️🙏
Thank you Ashley so much for sharing your inspiring story!
Your words remind me of the miracle of our bodies and the power of perseverance. To relearn how to walk and regain mobility, starting with two walking sticks and eventually walking unaided again, is a testament to your strength and courage. Thank you also for showing us the incredible potential within each of us to overcome obstacles and embrace life fully.
With admiration and gratitude, Pat.