Out raking the leaves.
Half an acre lot sloping down into a ravine with a creek.
Maybe about 28 trees on it.
[Never doubt that trees beget leaves.]
Getting tired. Getting bored.
Mind starts to offer mantras.
“I think I can… I think I can…”
Childhood wisdom gleaned from reading.
“When in doubt, don’t.”
Adult wisdom imparted by yoga teacher.
“Yes we can.”
Political slogan, uplifting.
Then the deciding factor.
While raking on the hillside, giving it my all, I slipped and fell on my backside.
Just. Like. That.
Nothing hurt. Not even my ego.
I’m a klutz* after all.
But suddenly the angels sang and I knew which mantra to follow.
DID I KEEP GOING INSPIRED TO OVERCOME or DID I MAKE A STRATEGIC RETREAT?
* Previously documented examples of my klutziness: 1) fell on face while carrying donation into Goodwill; 2) thrown off Segway while moving through cemetery; and 3) during house party dropped ottoman on toe breaking toenail.