Saturday, April 25, 2009
So I ran today. I flew!
I don't know what it is, but when you are running, time is irrelevant, or at least, it can be. In order to press on, you have to live each step in the moment, never thinking of how far you've come or how far you've yet to go. When my mind wanders, and I see a breathtaking view, I forget I am running, and all I can feel is the gentle breeze, brushing softly against my face, keeping me refreshed and able to continue.
It's such a metaphor for life! Such an accurate description of time... For what is time? This subjective thing that moves so slowly or quickly, and allows us to let things in the past go, and look forward to the future. All in one moment, a lifetime.
I run, and reach my destination; an old maple tree on a practically deserted road, and I lean my heaving body against it's cracking sides. It holds me, and comforts me. It is almost as though I do not exist, for I look up, and my shadow has been swallowed by this massive life-giving force behind me. Stopping, I look around, and see the grasses gently waving in the wind, and listen to the birds and rabbits moving softly through the brush. That breeze, it tickles my ears and eyelashes, and I feel so very calm.
Resting there for a while, I see all the life around me; the moss on the tree, and tiny leaves growing out from that soft, green carpet. A small fly that lands upon my shirt and decides to honour me with a brief visit. The sun, which shines it's sleep head upon this secret haven of hope and life. I see it all so clearly! It is all so vivid now!
And then I run again, propelled forward by some unseen force, running--somehow--for a cause. With a purpose. Because of love?
Wind in on my face, I return home. Happy. Joyful.