Often, perhaps too often, I find myself at the end of my day, feeling as if I have run a race. Moving nonstop from one thing to the next, there is precious little time to process all that I have experienced. While I am energized by this activity, I am also aware of my unfulfilled need for stillness and contemplation.
Author: Cindy Morris
The movement of the fire burning in the chiminea behind me creates a complex dance of shadows on the side of the house. The warmth and energy of the fire matches my excitement as I engage in an animated conversation with a new friend.
This morning, I got up and went for a run. Not a long one, just a couple of miles. It’s been a long time, too long, given my decision some months ago to start running again.