I walk or run past this shed almost every day. A long time ago I realized that exercise is a requirement in my daily reality. When I don’t exercise my world falls apart on me and everything feels harder. I love the road that leads to this shed, it is quiet and allows me time and space to think and explore with little to no external feedback. 

The shed always catches my attention and it took me some time to understand why. I used to look at it and feel sad. I would get lost in thoughts about the shed in a time when it wasn’t broken and falling down on itself. I would wonder why someone didn’t take better care of it. Why didn't someone love it? Why didn’t someone provide gentle care for it? Why didn’t someone value it enough to give it time and attention? 

Then, one day it hit me. I was walking on a windy morning letting the element of air take that which was not serving me. I walked past the little shed and it hit me. I am that shed. That shed is me. That is why this shed has always caught my attention. Somewhere, inside of me, there is a shed that isn’t being cared for. A shed that is falling apart and needing some love and attention. Somewhere in me, there is a shed screaming to be seen and cared for.  As I walked in the windy morning air I asked to see the shed inside of me and just like that…… I saw her.