There will always be days
When we feel like we’ve hit a dead end:
When there seems to be no way to move forward,
And all the gifts,
The energy and joy that carried us here
Have rusted out and died.
What can we do to turn those feelings round?
Perhaps it’s time to step away
From that which brought us to this point
And ground ourselves once more
In the simple pleasures of grass, and trees, and sky…
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