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Be a seeker

Hi y'all,



How on earth did we ever end up here? What happened and when did we turn a corner and started the part of our lives where saying goodbye to a live has become more frequent than welcoming a newborn baby into the world? When did we get to this stage? Did we blink? Forget to breathe? Did we miss our stop? Can someone please wake me up and tell me this is not my story, that I took the wrong train and that I should transfer quickly to my actual train that is still in happy ville. Life nowadays has taken a turn to nocturnal alley and it's dark. Not always as consuming as you would figure it must be but dark non-the-less.

Life seems to be about trying to find whatever it is you need right now. Sometimes you need time, sometimes it is space and sometimes it is something to hold on to. Yesterday my dad found out that one of his brothers (who has been very sick for a while now) has decided to make the final journey come Wednesday and so today my father is saying goodbye to his brother. My dad, who is whitnessing my mom's ALS  every day, knows that this day will come (soon) for our family too and I can only imagine what he must be feeling right now. And in order to make sense of it all I did what I always do...

So today when I ventured out on a run with the love of my life riding his bike next to me, I decided to take time, be kind and find what it was I needed from that run in order for me to get through the week that lies ahead. A week that will have some truely gutting moments in it for our family. I didn't know what the IT was I needed so I just figured I'd let my run take over and provide me with the answers. As it turns out I needed a few things and this run provided me with some valuable insights:

  1. I need time to understand that right now being kind to myself is a thing I need. I need to take time to just be happy with whatever excercise I do get in and enjoy my runs.
  2. Oxygen. I need to breath and running helps me breath.
  3. Space. Not running through living areas but actually trying to find the comfort of the quiet nature paths away from the crowds. Space to clear my head and not think. Just for a few minutes stop my head thinking and just be. No more, no less. Just be.
 When we came home, soaked to the bone and just as cold, I felt calm and relaxt and somehow I felt like I was able to be make some space for the bad things in my life to just be there without them choking me. Like a little glow worm in the deep dark woods can light up and area and help you see what is actually surrounding you. I set out for a 5 miler and I am grateful for each and every minute in that run.

So today I encourage y'all to be a seeker. Go out there and just let the run take you over. It will give you what it is y'all need. Set out for an amount of time or miles and just let go.

That's it for now. Until we read again.
Keep it unreal and make it happen, no limits no regrets.

As always, Love Marlies

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