Sunday was scorching with a 102˚ heat index. This morning was a glorious rainy and breezy 61˚. It felt like fall. I enjoyed running in the rain. I was so grateful for the ability to move with agility. I am loving this body and what it can do…even more at this age.
Another 4.5 miles around the lake. Ran in the rain this morning. Saw Chadd in all God's beauty. I made two cairns along the trail for Chadd. Two sacred memorials for Chadd. I want him to stay close.
There is no place more humbling than the bottom of a hill...I'm back at it. 5 days of running the trails around the lake. It's been difficult...However, today's time was minute faster than yesterday's time. I am humbled and grateful for this practice. I will never give up running. I hope to run 'til the end of my days...
Time outdoors is essential to my creative process. In nature, I breathe reflection. I am centered. I am focused. I know that I am blessed. I am grateful. And the new work taking shape inside my studio has me singing songs of praise.
I've been trekking miles through the open snow. The effort makes for immediacy and focus. The field snow is ice crusted and deep. My 30" snow shoes do well in keeping me on top of the snow, still they tend to get stuck in the pull through the ice. As I'm trekking, I'm already thinking of how I will need another expedition type of snowshoe for this kind of adventure. Nonetheless, I am grateful and exhilarated by how well I am making my way across the open field.
In nature, I am rejuvenated and hopeful. This exercise feeds my work.