Today I continue to feel the amazing gratitude that comes over me when I run. It seems that when we feel that we need to crazily control our surroundings or our destiny that things indeed do seem to fall apart. After all, there really is no such thing as control .. but
somehow or for some reason the human psyche feels better believing that it controls what happens today and in the future.. but we don’t. The freedom is in the letting go of that control .. perceive and goal orient all you want but control isn’t in your clutches.
A look at the beautiful full moon tonight from my run in my beloved Kishwauketoe Conservancy
All the worry I’ve done is always for naught. Nothing happens when I worry .. when I keep checking to see if someone’s bought something, they don’t. I put in all the work and the mileage that manifests this coming about, but there is no controlling the outcome. The outcome comes as a result of the input, the vision, the belief, the knowing, the passion .. but the end result is simply not in our hands. ..
What does this have to do with my run today? .. It’s just the stuff that went through my head and heart as I ran. I felt overcome with gratitude for the magic that finds me when I am not trying to control the outcome.. The magical things and people that happen to support me are better than I could imagine … but they are a result of me being who I am, doing/being my passions in life, manifesting by visualizing, doing and believing in what it is that I am here to be and do…
And as I thought that and felt myself, this small and teeny life, heart beating as I ran in this vast prairie conservancy, I couldn’t keep the tears back. I was blessed in this bliss, moving a slow pace tonight as my achilles tendons continue to strengthen as I transition more and more to my minimalist/barefoot (holistic) way of running …
And then as the light fell into a beautiful orange in the distance (see my sunset pictures) , the almost full moon lit my path. I noted how my quiet toe landing gait allowed me to be one with all the birds, that didn’t fly from their ground spaces until I was right up on them. .. Doves shot off as I was one foot from them and spooked me as much as I must have startled them…. it was joyous.
The night set in but the full moon illuminated my way .. but my eyes now delegated my feet to be my guide
The darkness kept my eyes from seeing as much as I do in the light of the day but my feet were ever vigilant in their ability to feel the ground and tell me where I was. …
I am, we all are … blessed in this life that we have come in to partake of. …
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