Walking on Water by Liz Strauss SAMPLE PAGES

Breathing Room
Sometimes I have to remind myself to
breathe.
I need to find more ways just to be. Not a
philosophical search for existence, “to be or
not to be,” but ways to set down my cares
and breathe in a bit of life.
My soul needs airing out now and then to fill
itself up again. Unlike my body, it can’t get
by on peanut butter sandwiches and milk. It
needs trees, flowers, and the night sky,
especially the night sky — stars to wish upon
and space to let my mind wander aimlessly.
When I give my soul a little breathing room
. . .everyone I know gets nicer.


When I’m stressed I look at the sky.
It’s hard to take myself seriously
when I’m looking at creation.
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