The afternoons are ripe for running again. Sun just warm enough and wind so cool against my sweaty skin that I get goosebumps all over when it blows and I keep on going. The day runs over and over and I leave little bits of it behind with each hop and leap over the twigs on my trail. I squint at the sun and it sparkles through the blond tips of my eyelashes. I clear my mind of mud and put in it's place what I'd like to go there instead. I see smiling children with lightly tanned shoulders and sunbleached hair from a long summer. Smiles brought forth by acceptance, healthy bodies from so much time and care spent. My life's work up till now, the single most important contribution I will put forth and I am smiling. I am grateful for life's gifts, those which I've been given and those which I have to give. It's the connection between us I treasure most, without it I wouldn't have had even half a life. One lucky girl.
Monday, August 22, 2011
Out with the old
The afternoons are ripe for running again. Sun just warm enough and wind so cool against my sweaty skin that I get goosebumps all over when it blows and I keep on going. The day runs over and over and I leave little bits of it behind with each hop and leap over the twigs on my trail. I squint at the sun and it sparkles through the blond tips of my eyelashes. I clear my mind of mud and put in it's place what I'd like to go there instead. I see smiling children with lightly tanned shoulders and sunbleached hair from a long summer. Smiles brought forth by acceptance, healthy bodies from so much time and care spent. My life's work up till now, the single most important contribution I will put forth and I am smiling. I am grateful for life's gifts, those which I've been given and those which I have to give. It's the connection between us I treasure most, without it I wouldn't have had even half a life. One lucky girl.
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Love the girl drummer!
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