running / meditation

Mud on my shin, remnants of yesterday's rains. Sun on my shoulder, today's clearing. Sneakers skipping over fallen leaves, branches in angriest torment, left twisted on the side of the road. An acorn rolls beneath the sole of my foot, it's trickery meant to trip me up. I kick it down the hill, bend down to save myself from the fall. You always creep back in, as that autumn chill I can not seem to shake. I breath, I run, I listen......to the sound and feel of the beating beneath my breastbone, vibrations of my heart keeping pace with my laces. All I can do is let go......

meditation / raindrop / musings

 It is the spot where you ponder, as you watch the cars on the road drive by, watch the rain drip like tears down the window pane. It is where the awkward in life amuses you, as the time flies by, and the tomorrows turn into more of the yesterdays.This in between spot is the silver linings, and the gold, fused with the grey and the black. I have been here before, at this in between spot, never quite comfortable, as the sand begins to shift beneath my feet.........the shifting leaves me on edge, the rawness of life brings me to the cliff, the moment that breaks me........is always the same......