Spiritual Clumsiness and the Pursuit of Balance

Pain surged through my body. I hit the ground hard. I sucked in a breath through gritted teeth. Did I hit my head? Am I bleeding? I can't move my elbow. Is it broken?

I lay still on the driveway just outside my garage. The grit of the concrete felt like a thousand needles scratching against the raw scrape of skin on my rib cage.

I wasn't doing anything …