When running in summer heat, I am always looking for patches of shade thrown by the trees along the streets, or chances to slip into any number of small parks flung across the neighborhoods where a rest-stop beckons.
These mimosa and oak trees standing strong in Emerald Hills.....
and this very tall palm catching my eye against a bright sky, as I walked the last bits home on yesterday's Griffin loop long run.
Barely keeping a base going, maybe 20-25 miles a week, roughly, I am coping with my body's decreased temperature regulation against a solid wall of humidity and heat which has gripped us all summer long...and keeps me feeling like a beginner again just trying to get any kind of gait going, any mileage being good mileage, just to move at all my humble goal.
I feel a pause in everything: while transition continues in global circumstances, and the earth Herself regroups through the barrage of celestial changes, I seem poised on the brink of things completely unseen and unknown. Packing, for what? Where? My 'vision' seems blocked and unable to move into a forward timeline. Meanwhile, all I really want to do is take it easy, gaze lovingly at the Natural world around me, and fill myself with the bountiful artistry that is Gaia.
The 'to do' list isn't going anywhere. And neither are my endless speculations about what's going on and what it all might mean for any of us. But I catch myself, sometimes, laughing at all the drama, once I immerse myself in the life of living things. Each flower lifts itself like a gift into my eye-line. Each petal asks for it's place in the Sun. I would rather spend my time in my own natural self, aligned with this endless vibrancy. Running gives me this.
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