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A thought of the morning!
Running could be an act of gratitude for all you've ever been given; for the rapture of being alive; for the magic that exists even when we don't acknowledge it; for putting the "enchantment" back in a disenchanted society by simply going out for a "long run" and EXPECTING a miracle; for the sun always showing up each morning no matter what we've done, who we've loved, who we've failed to be, or what values we've chosen to be driven by.
Posted on January 25, 2014 at 11:37am
G'day, mates! It's true! Beginning late 2014, I will be running across Australia. Another dream. Listen to that little voice in your heart and head...those calls are meant to be followed. Go sing your song. I'll be updating y'all about the upcoming Run Across Australia project. It's in the works as we speak. Stay tuned!
Posted on December 17, 2013 at 4:05pm
My run this morning was a swift zoom! We flew. The snowy path and the cold air met us with open arms. My run's momentum moved me into writing this poem. These words below are also inspired by the love of running shared between me and someone I met on the road last month as we ran alone, together up a 4-mile mountain pass out of Williamstown, MA.
She likes to fly.
The flock takes…Continue
Posted on December 11, 2011 at 12:24pm
(Story takes place on Thursday, October 27, 2011, Day 2 of running across Vermont.)
“Today is going to be one of those days that feels like it is morning all day long,” Ian, my running partner for this run across Vermont, says to me as we stride east out of Richmond, VT. I know exactly what he means. Each and every morning we are gifted with such a miraculous new life - a day. And today is going to be a series of fresh, new moments of birth – a day of mornings. There is…Continue
Posted on November 29, 2011 at 2:00pm — 2 Comments
(Run Across MA Day 6: Nov 9, 2011, Shelburne Falls to Florida, MA, 19.5 miles)
Dried herbs and flowers hang upside down from the walls of the house. Strands of garlic bulbs adorn the doorways, and the pantry is stocked with at least two of each non-perishable foodstuff. The smell of acorn squash baking wafts through the kitchen and into the other downstairs rooms. Coziness is everywhere - wool blankets lay draped over the rocking chairs; a strand of glistening lights…Continue
Posted on November 18, 2011 at 4:56pm — 3 Comments