Stay steady. Don’t fall. This was the sort of thing I was thinking as my hands began to shake while trying to hold the rope that was hanging from the gym ceiling. My knees did their best to stay clenched, but I could feel them wobble. I felt the gaze of my 2nd grade classmates, was Mrs. Wellington herself watching? She was. 16 pairs of eyes followed me, watching as I fell down – hard – onto the feeble mat bellow.
He held my hands as I reeled in what would surely be the biggest fish ever caught by man. His gnarled and stained hands gripped mine with more power than they looked like they could hold.
Steady there, are you okay.
“Im fine”
Steady there are you okay.
“Im good”
Steady there are you okay
“Not really any more”
Steady there are you okay
“I don’t have much support
Steady there are you okay
“No I guess im not”
“Steady” isn’t exactly the word Jason would use to describe his relationship. Him and Alex were certainly going, but not steady. Every time one of them would make a statement it was almost a challenge for the other to disagree.
I’ve always wobbled through life. The steadiness of succeeding never came to me. I fell through the years with an almost sickening clumsiness,tripping through milestones unaware and taking even more time to get back up. When I had finally risen, valuable time had already passed me by. The even, steady line was jagged and messy as I figured how to conform to the ideal life around me.
“Easy, easy now.”
“I’m not a horse. I may be the size of a horse, but I’m not.”
“I just don’t want you to fall.”
“I’m not gonna fall.”
“Let me get the door.”
“Sweetheart, will you relax please?”
“I’m plenty relax. Careful walking up the stairs!”
“I’m pregnant, I’m not stupid.”
“Easy, now. Steady, steady…. There.”
He moved his hands away slowly, then placed them at his side so that the urge to hold on would be repressed.
She smiled at him and pushed down on the pedals with her feet. She wobbled a little bit and giggled while his hans remained white-knuckled by his side.
She did it.
Steady as he goes, was the saying. I wondered why they never mentioned the steadiness of the steadiness of women. Were they not just as sea-worthy? In fact, they could float twice as well, for certain women, especially if laying on their back.
I wouldn’t ride a raft of people, but I’d watch a show about making it.
Discontinued. That’s what the mail said. A life given in service and the job is discontinued. What’s left? ‘The life unlived while services were busy being rendered’ says the therapist. Might be the case if time wasn’t busy shrieking away the whole time, all corrosive and unflinching. ‘Your new life starts today!’ say self help books and pamhlets. All bullshit, I’m afriad. He wasn’t so much stuck as cemented into the routine of his now-former life, and hopefully time would do it’s work on the cinderblocks hugging his feet before the water gets too high, but as a ripe, stubborn 56 year old, he felt like the only thing he could see clearly is the rearview mirror.
Feeling the cool water drift in synchronicity with his blotchy limbs, watching beads form and fall in rhythmic confection from the shower head. Breathing in he felt his hairs depress as the eager water molecules recede from his stomach. Have a drink in the tub, maybe try to cry a little if the urge winds its way from gut to head.
Steady reminds me of hare and tortoise story with a moral, slow and steady wins the race. And this word is exactly opposite of what I am doing right now.
We were going at a steady canter for about an hour. Happily our horses were trained for such thing as this. We rode at last light when darkens came we decide to camp the night by the side of the road.
This reminds me of living life. We just keep moving. It’s like a balance. When you find it you are steady. I think of an ocean. Sometimes it can be rough, but at some point the waves just roll in an even way.
Meredith is not the sturdiest shoulder. Elijah is not a kind burden. When they are walking, they seem like columns- tall, dark. Mysterious. Unshakable.
But sometimes, Meredith glimpses something, some movement, a sudden shift, and-
How unsteady is Elijah, anyways?
Meredith closes his eyes.
This word reminds me of my favourite Pocahantas song called ‘Steady as the Riverbend’. It talks about how Pocahantos seeks adventure and is not content with things staying the same forever
wow steady is really boring like I cant move so what can I do. Also, its six letters so its not very exciting. sure steady is easy but what about unsteady or off balance. life is never steady so why should I be.
The woman balanced herself steadily on the rope. She dared not look down, for beneath her was the ground which she would fall on should she slip. No, she couldn’t even think of what might happen. Rather, her attention stayed on getting to the end of the line. She walked toward the pier, putting one foot forward at a time.
The storm moved over the town, the lightening flashing with a steady undertone of thunder. The neighbors all stood outside, enjoying the cool wind after the heat of the day. “Looks like a strong one,” one farmer said. “Maybe we’ll able to plant our crops after all.”
But the storm moved on, leaving a few drops of rain, not the steady drenching rain they had hoped for. The following morning, the sun appeared, already hot at breakfast time. The family started to make plans to move, to follow the steady migration of their relatives into the city.
My sister looked at me from across the kitchen counter, a smile playing on her face.
“Mom told me you and Bradley are going steady.” She laughed, pouring herself a cup of coffee from the freshly brewed pot.
“Shut up.” I told her, a smile playing on my face despite my choice of words.
“That’s a big deal, I’m proud of you both.”
“Yeah, whatever.” I said to her, getting my own mug from the cabinet and getting coffee before sitting down with her on the couch to watch some television.
what am i saying that I’ve already said? why can I not speak twice? isn’t steady about consistency?
I was thinking about the earth, a cross-section of the dirt against the grass and sky. now I am not.
Steady as a beating drum that has lost it’s rhythm. This is how I feel my business is getting built. I have so many ideas, so many things to do and it’s all moving forward, just not at a specific pace. Is this good? I don’t know.
I gripped the steering wheel in both hands, trying to ignore the trembling in my fingers, trying to ignore the hot throbbing in my ears and around my cheekbones. I wanted to keep the car steady, to stay within the dotted lines, to just keep driving. Just. Keep. Driving.
It didn’t matter who said what to me or who did what to me. It didn’t matter how much they tried to break me. I wasn’t in pieces yet. So I had to keep moving.
As she goes says the phrase. This horse was not steady, she was clopping and strutting about the track as though she were about to fall into an epileptic fit at any moment.
“Suzy!” a man called from the stands, trying to both cheer on the stallion and express his fear for its life.
كان كل شيء يبدو هلاميًا، لا شيء ثابت ولا شيء يبقى على حاله في أرض رخوة كرمال متحركة. يبقى المرء منا في هذه الرمال، ثم يحاول الركض نحو سراب. يغرق الواحد وسط الرمال وينسى مَنْ كا..
It isn’t conscious, just automatic, these days. I sit here and you sit there, with our bodies not touching, just hovering in each other’s personal space. We breath steadily.
His hand was firm, gripping mine tight with fingers that pressed into the back of my hand hard enough to remind me of his presence. His hand was steady, just like he was – keeping me afloat even though my world was crumbling around me. Whilst he was steady, I would be too.
We live
In a steady eternity
Now –
A bleak monotone:
One repeating note
Droning
On into
Sad tulip
Lives.
Stay steady. Don’t fall. This was the sort of thing I was thinking as my hands began to shake while trying to hold the rope that was hanging from the gym ceiling. My knees did their best to stay clenched, but I could feel them wobble. I felt the gaze of my 2nd grade classmates, was Mrs. Wellington herself watching? She was. 16 pairs of eyes followed me, watching as I fell down – hard – onto the feeble mat bellow.
“Hold! Hold! Don’t let go”
He held my hands as I reeled in what would surely be the biggest fish ever caught by man. His gnarled and stained hands gripped mine with more power than they looked like they could hold.
Steady there, are you okay.
“Im fine”
Steady there are you okay.
“Im good”
Steady there are you okay
“Not really any more”
Steady there are you okay
“I don’t have much support
Steady there are you okay
“No I guess im not”
See me, im here Im not going to another place.
Im here and im solid, touch me for solace.
Im here and im a rock for you to hold on.
Im steady, you won’t fall when your with me.
Dont be frightened, because its not.
Its a canvas for you
and I am your steady rock
Slow down, its me im here for you one step away
Im as fast as the breeze im a rock to hold on to
A steady thing
Im a steady thing
I will hold you
dont cry your safe in my arms
Im here for you now
Im here in the midst of the times.
Im a steady thing.
“Steady” isn’t exactly the word Jason would use to describe his relationship. Him and Alex were certainly going, but not steady. Every time one of them would make a statement it was almost a challenge for the other to disagree.
I was steady on my feet after the 100 – yard touchdown run. You should have seen me break all those tackles.
I’ve always wobbled through life. The steadiness of succeeding never came to me. I fell through the years with an almost sickening clumsiness,tripping through milestones unaware and taking even more time to get back up. When I had finally risen, valuable time had already passed me by. The even, steady line was jagged and messy as I figured how to conform to the ideal life around me.
I would like to complete things be steady in my thoughts. One foot after the other. steady and strong.
As she goes. Reliable. Steadfast. Not dizzy. In a relationship???? Committed. Do you really want to be going steady? or feel steady. Dependable.
“Easy, easy now.”
“I’m not a horse. I may be the size of a horse, but I’m not.”
“I just don’t want you to fall.”
“I’m not gonna fall.”
“Let me get the door.”
“Sweetheart, will you relax please?”
“I’m plenty relax. Careful walking up the stairs!”
“I’m pregnant, I’m not stupid.”
“Easy, now. Steady, steady…. There.”
He moved his hands away slowly, then placed them at his side so that the urge to hold on would be repressed.
She smiled at him and pushed down on the pedals with her feet. She wobbled a little bit and giggled while his hans remained white-knuckled by his side.
She did it.
Her form was perfect. That golden statue, frozen in the fountain.
Steady as he goes, was the saying. I wondered why they never mentioned the steadiness of the steadiness of women. Were they not just as sea-worthy? In fact, they could float twice as well, for certain women, especially if laying on their back.
I wouldn’t ride a raft of people, but I’d watch a show about making it.
Discontinued. That’s what the mail said. A life given in service and the job is discontinued. What’s left? ‘The life unlived while services were busy being rendered’ says the therapist. Might be the case if time wasn’t busy shrieking away the whole time, all corrosive and unflinching. ‘Your new life starts today!’ say self help books and pamhlets. All bullshit, I’m afriad. He wasn’t so much stuck as cemented into the routine of his now-former life, and hopefully time would do it’s work on the cinderblocks hugging his feet before the water gets too high, but as a ripe, stubborn 56 year old, he felt like the only thing he could see clearly is the rearview mirror.
Feeling the cool water drift in synchronicity with his blotchy limbs, watching beads form and fall in rhythmic confection from the shower head. Breathing in he felt his hairs depress as the eager water molecules recede from his stomach. Have a drink in the tub, maybe try to cry a little if the urge winds its way from gut to head.
Steady reminds me of hare and tortoise story with a moral, slow and steady wins the race. And this word is exactly opposite of what I am doing right now.
We were going at a steady canter for about an hour. Happily our horses were trained for such thing as this. We rode at last light when darkens came we decide to camp the night by the side of the road.
This reminds me of living life. We just keep moving. It’s like a balance. When you find it you are steady. I think of an ocean. Sometimes it can be rough, but at some point the waves just roll in an even way.
Meredith is not the sturdiest shoulder. Elijah is not a kind burden. When they are walking, they seem like columns- tall, dark. Mysterious. Unshakable.
But sometimes, Meredith glimpses something, some movement, a sudden shift, and-
How unsteady is Elijah, anyways?
Meredith closes his eyes.
This word reminds me of my favourite Pocahantas song called ‘Steady as the Riverbend’. It talks about how Pocahantos seeks adventure and is not content with things staying the same forever
wow steady is really boring like I cant move so what can I do. Also, its six letters so its not very exciting. sure steady is easy but what about unsteady or off balance. life is never steady so why should I be.
The woman balanced herself steadily on the rope. She dared not look down, for beneath her was the ground which she would fall on should she slip. No, she couldn’t even think of what might happen. Rather, her attention stayed on getting to the end of the line. She walked toward the pier, putting one foot forward at a time.
The storm moved over the town, the lightening flashing with a steady undertone of thunder. The neighbors all stood outside, enjoying the cool wind after the heat of the day. “Looks like a strong one,” one farmer said. “Maybe we’ll able to plant our crops after all.”
But the storm moved on, leaving a few drops of rain, not the steady drenching rain they had hoped for. The following morning, the sun appeared, already hot at breakfast time. The family started to make plans to move, to follow the steady migration of their relatives into the city.
My sister looked at me from across the kitchen counter, a smile playing on her face.
“Mom told me you and Bradley are going steady.” She laughed, pouring herself a cup of coffee from the freshly brewed pot.
“Shut up.” I told her, a smile playing on my face despite my choice of words.
“That’s a big deal, I’m proud of you both.”
“Yeah, whatever.” I said to her, getting my own mug from the cabinet and getting coffee before sitting down with her on the couch to watch some television.
what am i saying that I’ve already said? why can I not speak twice? isn’t steady about consistency?
I was thinking about the earth, a cross-section of the dirt against the grass and sky. now I am not.
again, to the earth. the dirt, a cross-cut of the ground and the grass and the animals and the sky. and the trees. especially the trees.
line
surface earth dirt here comes the grass…. sprouting from the earth. Earth. that was a period. hm. i want to say… it’s gone now.
Steady was the hand of time as it finally pierced her heart this winter.
Steady as a beating drum that has lost it’s rhythm. This is how I feel my business is getting built. I have so many ideas, so many things to do and it’s all moving forward, just not at a specific pace. Is this good? I don’t know.
You must keep a steady pace in life if you hope to be good at anything. You can not be on and off about something you must be steady!
I must learn to have balance and be steady in my thoughts and action. Peaceful steady flow of life.
I gripped the steering wheel in both hands, trying to ignore the trembling in my fingers, trying to ignore the hot throbbing in my ears and around my cheekbones. I wanted to keep the car steady, to stay within the dotted lines, to just keep driving. Just. Keep. Driving.
It didn’t matter who said what to me or who did what to me. It didn’t matter how much they tried to break me. I wasn’t in pieces yet. So I had to keep moving.
As she goes says the phrase. This horse was not steady, she was clopping and strutting about the track as though she were about to fall into an epileptic fit at any moment.
“Suzy!” a man called from the stands, trying to both cheer on the stallion and express his fear for its life.
Then Suzy took a spill.
كان كل شيء يبدو هلاميًا، لا شيء ثابت ولا شيء يبقى على حاله في أرض رخوة كرمال متحركة. يبقى المرء منا في هذه الرمال، ثم يحاول الركض نحو سراب. يغرق الواحد وسط الرمال وينسى مَنْ كا..
It isn’t conscious, just automatic, these days. I sit here and you sit there, with our bodies not touching, just hovering in each other’s personal space. We breath steadily.
His hand was firm, gripping mine tight with fingers that pressed into the back of my hand hard enough to remind me of his presence. His hand was steady, just like he was – keeping me afloat even though my world was crumbling around me. Whilst he was steady, I would be too.
Something that is stable.