I strap my GPS watch on and listen for the beep when I hit each mile..... I stopped looking at my time and pace weeks ago because I have to stop and take deep breaths in this beautiful space.. Some days loneliness creeps in but not on my morning runs.
Within a few weeks time my usual routes look different as they move between seasons... When the snow melts I am surprised at the green that reappears as if nothing had happened... Different images on my way bring different thoughts... I pass a boathouse with a crowd of birds-- thinking my dad would love this quiet spot to tinker on 'Robbins Roost.' I do love those mornings when no one else is around and you feel like the world is yours.. Just me and the birds. There are always birds. I smile as I pass a group of swans up for a group swim. Farms with seeds newly planted that make me think of growth I have made and new seedlings to water.. Light that hits the water, trees, and mountains bring thoughts of hope! Something about running that settles me. It must be that my body is busy keeping a steady beat-- kind of on auto pilot and my spirit takes over for awhile and I move to that space that feels like just a few feet off the ground where I can have a small but needed shift in perspective..
Docks along the lake have been turn around points.. Sometimes throwing dreams and wonderings into the unknown then running home knowing at some point they will catch me with answers.... I walk those last couple of blocks home, stopping for my reward at the bakery-- a hopeful thought joins me--- "The future is as bright as our faith." Elder Nash
Again reminded that the beauty of nature holds messages from above-- "Mountains are giant, restful, absorbent. You can heave your spirit into a mountain and the mountain will keep it, folded and not throw it back as some creeks will. The creeks are the world with all is stimulus and beauty. I live there. But the mountains are home." --Pilgrim at Tinker Creek
Remembering to enjoy this beautiful journey ---

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