Hi y'all,
Running through the seasons of your life you start to tap into the very depth of what your soul is made of. Running, as y'all know, has taught me so many things about myself and today me and the love of my life had a fun talk about what makes me love our new residence and why I am drawn to the outdoors especially now.
When I'm out there, out anywhere and just get into the cadans of my feet tapping (sometimes just smashing or even slouching) the roads during just these days I somehow really feel my unruly and very wild and adventurous me roar and surface. The me that loves to scream against the rolling waves, that stands up on the paddles of her bike when all hell breaks lose and rain smashes my face. The me that feels alive right about this time of year. The me that wakes up and smells the turning of the season. It is here. It is coming. It is on it's way and it is calling on my very soul.
The turning of a season somehow always makes me feel something new and I actually like all of the seasons...however some more than others. I love fall, winter and spring a lot but summer? Only when I'm not at home. For me this time of year is one of the many turnings of season I am truely in awe with. I love this time of year. Fall is not here yet but somehow you can see nature changing around you. The leaves aren't turning yet but the lands are full of fruits and vegetables ready to be harvested. Summer is still working her magic but somehow storms are luring, tangible like thunder, it is in the air. And when I'm out there running somehow I'm more open to all of nature's power and my inner unruly, wild and free redheaded storm girl just jumps with joy.
The time to get soaking wet in the rain or gruesomely smashed by hail is whispering through the rustling leaves, making my skin prickle and my blood tingle. She wants to get out there and dance with the storm, howl with the winds and sing with the rough black ocean tides. The best shower is the one after a good encounter with nature's most fearsome side, routinely followed by hot cocoa snuggled under a blanket staring into the flames of a wood fire (be it real or on tv)
A good encounter with storm helps me let my unruly wild roam free as it needs to every now and again. Run, listen, look and smell. It is all around you ...it is coming and no amount of trying to hold it back will work. Embrace it like you do any other season. Feel her, love her and when winter comes let her go. We all have our time and place and all you have to do is accept what can't be changed and love the wild season.
That's it for now, keep it unreal and make it happen
As always, Love Marlies
Running through the seasons of your life you start to tap into the very depth of what your soul is made of. Running, as y'all know, has taught me so many things about myself and today me and the love of my life had a fun talk about what makes me love our new residence and why I am drawn to the outdoors especially now.
When I'm out there, out anywhere and just get into the cadans of my feet tapping (sometimes just smashing or even slouching) the roads during just these days I somehow really feel my unruly and very wild and adventurous me roar and surface. The me that loves to scream against the rolling waves, that stands up on the paddles of her bike when all hell breaks lose and rain smashes my face. The me that feels alive right about this time of year. The me that wakes up and smells the turning of the season. It is here. It is coming. It is on it's way and it is calling on my very soul.
The turning of a season somehow always makes me feel something new and I actually like all of the seasons...however some more than others. I love fall, winter and spring a lot but summer? Only when I'm not at home. For me this time of year is one of the many turnings of season I am truely in awe with. I love this time of year. Fall is not here yet but somehow you can see nature changing around you. The leaves aren't turning yet but the lands are full of fruits and vegetables ready to be harvested. Summer is still working her magic but somehow storms are luring, tangible like thunder, it is in the air. And when I'm out there running somehow I'm more open to all of nature's power and my inner unruly, wild and free redheaded storm girl just jumps with joy.
The time to get soaking wet in the rain or gruesomely smashed by hail is whispering through the rustling leaves, making my skin prickle and my blood tingle. She wants to get out there and dance with the storm, howl with the winds and sing with the rough black ocean tides. The best shower is the one after a good encounter with nature's most fearsome side, routinely followed by hot cocoa snuggled under a blanket staring into the flames of a wood fire (be it real or on tv)
A good encounter with storm helps me let my unruly wild roam free as it needs to every now and again. Run, listen, look and smell. It is all around you ...it is coming and no amount of trying to hold it back will work. Embrace it like you do any other season. Feel her, love her and when winter comes let her go. We all have our time and place and all you have to do is accept what can't be changed and love the wild season.
That's it for now, keep it unreal and make it happen
As always, Love Marlies
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