So last week it was one step at a time when a simple walk up my Montana driveway turned into a technical ice climb. And today it was one step at a time navigating hundreds of man o wars on a beach in Florida. The beach looked like boxes of balloons had been released from the sky. Iridescent blue and pink with their sailfish spines and long stinger tails like tentacles splayed in the sand, being blown in by the surf and wind. What was planned as a lovely walk on the beach, turned into slowly stepping and jumping my way down the beach fearing for my toes. So I went slow. Step by step. My mind focused on the very simple question of where to step next. All of the other thoughts that might have come in went away in a quest of self preservation. I think when lessons come in pairs, it’s time to pay attention.