sunday

I woke in the still morning darkness, happily so as that meant the hour was an early one. I rose and lit the bergamont tobacco candle, flicked on a small light and went to make some Gaia Organic Coffee from Peets, of course. I love the quiet of a  fall sunday  morning. Not too many sounds around, just maybe some shifting of the leaves. I poured my cup of coffee, grabbed a clif bar and some water and slid back into bed. I wrote some lines in my journal, putting down onto paper some of the  recent ramblings, feelings and perceptions inside my head.  It felt like a long time since I had shared with my most trusted source….
After the catharsis, I was ready to rise more fully. I went online and checked the temperatures. 39 degrees. I put my running gear on(as it turned out, more than I needed..), slipped my iPod on and headed out the door going east. The streets were empty and I ran down the middle. Free. After 2 days of being house and bed bound with a cold, I was so happy to get out and move again. Get out and breathe again. What a pleasure to feel my heart beat faster and my lungs fill and empty, fill   and   empty. I noticed all the many political signs in the yards…relieved to see sooo many for the party that I, too, will cast my vote for this coming tuesday. I noticed the Halloween decorations still hanging from the trees and in the windows; the ghost holiday is passed and now its November. Time for a different feeling and intention. As I made my final small climb and then my final right hand turn, my new friend Bryn Christopher joined me. I got fired up as he said: …show me the answers I need to know; what I’m gonna live for, what I’m gonna die for, who you gonna fight for, I can’t answer that..

6 good miles