sanity

I've just realized that maintaining a center of balance in the midst of a maniacle, military environment could prove to be a rather challenging discipline. Lately, remembering to look inside and take stock sneaks up on my consciousness like a theif in the night. So, as I play mother weaving through oblivious faces picking up errant, half-drunk cans and bottles I am reminded of the importance of listening to the voice that keeps me on my toes, alert and willing. Hungry for healthy food. Always moving forward. Doing what must be done at the present moment.