“Crows. Worms. Spring. Remember these things.” This was my self-given task on this morning’s run.
I know it’s been a challenging week (and more), to say the least, for many. We’re not alone in that. I know how fortunate I am to have this place to look forward to every Saturday and Sunday. Amidst the company of trees.
I get as equally excited about the music as I do the run. Running, dancing, singing - in groove, unsure about in tune. And since the songs play as they choose, each one needs to be one that will get me up the hill. Eventually, clarity in mind distinguishes all the nonsense of the prior five days. Then I can remember:
I waved to the crows while swerving under them, hopped over the worms to avoid crushing them, and happy almost spring!
To lighter days ahead.
m.m., 19 March 2022