The wobbly first step appears to be the most difficult, but becomes the most exhilarating. Something unknown, yet the toddler fills with life. Her curiosity erases her fear.
She launches.
The awkward first blast from the sprinter’s starting blocks looks embarrassing, but is alive with excitement and anticipation. Blinded with wind in her eyes, yet the young athlete pushes forward, overflowing with determination. She shows no shame.
She blasts.
The clumsy first dance on the eve of a social gathering seems humiliating. Experiencing young love, the girl sees only the eyes of her date; the one she hopes will be her first real kiss–the kiss that counts. She is complete in her thoughts and her dreams. She understands no judgment.
She floats.
The unstable brave step out of an abuser’s prison proves a shattering event, but grows into a move based on faith. Horrified that she has found herself in this place, she slowly allows self-forgiveness. She realizes she can move on and heal. She knows no limits.
She rises.
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About Rebecca Evans
Writing is my therapy, my place to get out of my way and into my mind and heart. If you seek to learn about life and spirituality, then this blog will vibrate with you.
I don't watch TV. I embrace all art, culture and the beauty outdoors.
Analyzing music and seeking God in the middle of a movie is somewhat of a hobby for me. I read more into what people leave out of dialogue than that which they say outloud.
My three boys are my greatest teachers and my dog is one of the family.
I'm a an author, motivational speaker, and certified empowerment coach. I'm also flexible, responsible, unpredictable and tolerant. I seek self-improvement and view challeging circumstances are simply a method to shine and grow better character.
I take great care of me, from the inside out, and try to share with others how to accomplish this very idea and become the best version of self that they can.
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September 14th, 2011 at 5:17 pm
Rebecca,
This is so beautiful…
you express the stages of life and the VERBS of living (launches, blasts, floats, rises)–the last melts my heart, fills my eyes with tears.
isn’t this the way of it all? And we always choose between letting our fears turn life into passive voice or taking those steps of excruciating courage…living out loud.
September 15th, 2011 at 3:58 am
So true for each step we take in life, experiencing the new unfamiliar territory and resolving past wounds without even realizing, most of the time, how we are always attempting to resolve and heal…I really like the way you use the words to describe the stepping stones of life, especially the explanation of “rising”. Such hope, strength, and empowerment. Well said!!
September 20th, 2011 at 2:37 am
That was very touching the last part was very powerful. It brought out a strong emotion. Self-forgiveness is very strong most people underestimate that power. Thank you.