Hi y'all,
This post might get a little poetic, a little vague and even a little spiritual but in the end, life itself is a very long run and the only thing you can do is prepare yourself for the bad parts if that is even possible. Figuring life is a long run you might consider life is a sunday. Some Sundays are dull, dreary and grey. Some are quiet, mystical and freezing, some are buzzing with bees and the smell of a barbecue in a neighbouring garden, some are only goof for crawling under a blanket shutting out the world and than there a Sundays that seem to be made for epic adventures.
With that in mind are you ready to join me in my cart spireling down the depts of Gringots with an uncertain vault content? If you are you might need a little sprint and a jump because I'm off. If you are not all that interested in my poetic/spiritual ramblings by all means stop reading right now.
Good! You're still here. Now let's get started on the question of SPIRIT ANIMALS. Yep you read that right. My first question to y'all is: have you ever thought about your spirit animal, your totem or your patronus if you'd like? If the answer is no than let me tell you: If you're a runner you might want to think about it. Why? Because your spirit animal reflects on your values, your strenghts and your weaknesses. My spirit animals (I have two) are powerful images I use in my running life and the lessons I learn there are the ones they carry over to my real life. How so?
The past week has been a rather stressful and unpleasant one and it left me mortified, angry and feeling utterly stupid but feeling just that also had me at base level with my response to situations like this which is a wolf reaction. I get up, I look you in the eye and I will fight you with every fucking fiber I have. So yes my first spirit animal is a WOLF. Why? Because my pack is my life and I will defend it with all my might.
My anger in this past week fueled my runs and helped my get perspective. I needed time alone, time on my shoes to recollect my thoughts and get in touch with my instincts. My wolf self is the runner, the further I run, the more outdoors I get, the more I can sync with my instincts, my gut feelings. So I ran. Long and far. I ran over the beach at sunrise to watch the sun kiss the dunes and see little birds dive into the waterfront to feed. I ran at the foaming Marker Lake with the sun kissing my skin and I ran through the woods. I ran because the only other option left would have left a mess. My wolf got me up and she is not backing down yet. My wolf helped me see the little bits and pieces and she helped me put to words and into sizable chuncks why I was not able to move before. I needed to see this, I needed to run, roam, scream and cry because now I understand why I felt so constricted and so paralized before. Witchy wolf got rid of the white noise and now I know what I want to do and how I'm gonna get there. It is time to take the next step.
The cart is moving and I might end up with just a few pieces of Goblin gold but changes are the vault is filled with a little more than that. The best thing I know is that whatever happens I am wolf and I am phoenix. When faced with a threat I will defend my pack with all I have and my senses, when turned on, are hightened and good. As for the phoenix: You can burn me to ashes but I will rise from them. I have done so countles times before. This will not be the first time and it most certainly will not be the last. I ran and I have been victorious and I ran and burned. I have burned many times but that never stopped me. My ashes fueled my new beginnings. My burns, painful as they have been, were always the wisests of lessons and have always brought me fresh air to breathe in and energy to grow.
My week was horrible. It was. But this week has left me with two messages:
1. You now have your path mapped out, your plan ready. All you need to do is mute the white noise and stick to your plan. You can do this.
2. Listen to me and listen carefully: While you might stomp over my ashes celebrating your win, you might rethink your win because the power you hold isn't all that powerful. Remember that the ashes you create are not my ending, they are my beginning. You can't destroy me. You simply don't have that kind of power and you never will. I am a runner, I'm a wolf and I'm a phoenix.
Do you know your spirit animal? I'd love to hear about yours and how they have helped you in your running and or real life.
That's it for now. Keep it unreal and make it happen.
No limits, no regrets.
Until we read again, as always
Love Marlies
This post might get a little poetic, a little vague and even a little spiritual but in the end, life itself is a very long run and the only thing you can do is prepare yourself for the bad parts if that is even possible. Figuring life is a long run you might consider life is a sunday. Some Sundays are dull, dreary and grey. Some are quiet, mystical and freezing, some are buzzing with bees and the smell of a barbecue in a neighbouring garden, some are only goof for crawling under a blanket shutting out the world and than there a Sundays that seem to be made for epic adventures.
With that in mind are you ready to join me in my cart spireling down the depts of Gringots with an uncertain vault content? If you are you might need a little sprint and a jump because I'm off. If you are not all that interested in my poetic/spiritual ramblings by all means stop reading right now.
[inserting time for you to make up your mind]
Good! You're still here. Now let's get started on the question of SPIRIT ANIMALS. Yep you read that right. My first question to y'all is: have you ever thought about your spirit animal, your totem or your patronus if you'd like? If the answer is no than let me tell you: If you're a runner you might want to think about it. Why? Because your spirit animal reflects on your values, your strenghts and your weaknesses. My spirit animals (I have two) are powerful images I use in my running life and the lessons I learn there are the ones they carry over to my real life. How so?
The past week has been a rather stressful and unpleasant one and it left me mortified, angry and feeling utterly stupid but feeling just that also had me at base level with my response to situations like this which is a wolf reaction. I get up, I look you in the eye and I will fight you with every fucking fiber I have. So yes my first spirit animal is a WOLF. Why? Because my pack is my life and I will defend it with all my might.
My anger in this past week fueled my runs and helped my get perspective. I needed time alone, time on my shoes to recollect my thoughts and get in touch with my instincts. My wolf self is the runner, the further I run, the more outdoors I get, the more I can sync with my instincts, my gut feelings. So I ran. Long and far. I ran over the beach at sunrise to watch the sun kiss the dunes and see little birds dive into the waterfront to feed. I ran at the foaming Marker Lake with the sun kissing my skin and I ran through the woods. I ran because the only other option left would have left a mess. My wolf got me up and she is not backing down yet. My wolf helped me see the little bits and pieces and she helped me put to words and into sizable chuncks why I was not able to move before. I needed to see this, I needed to run, roam, scream and cry because now I understand why I felt so constricted and so paralized before. Witchy wolf got rid of the white noise and now I know what I want to do and how I'm gonna get there. It is time to take the next step.
The cart is moving and I might end up with just a few pieces of Goblin gold but changes are the vault is filled with a little more than that. The best thing I know is that whatever happens I am wolf and I am phoenix. When faced with a threat I will defend my pack with all I have and my senses, when turned on, are hightened and good. As for the phoenix: You can burn me to ashes but I will rise from them. I have done so countles times before. This will not be the first time and it most certainly will not be the last. I ran and I have been victorious and I ran and burned. I have burned many times but that never stopped me. My ashes fueled my new beginnings. My burns, painful as they have been, were always the wisests of lessons and have always brought me fresh air to breathe in and energy to grow.
My week was horrible. It was. But this week has left me with two messages:
1. You now have your path mapped out, your plan ready. All you need to do is mute the white noise and stick to your plan. You can do this.
2. Listen to me and listen carefully: While you might stomp over my ashes celebrating your win, you might rethink your win because the power you hold isn't all that powerful. Remember that the ashes you create are not my ending, they are my beginning. You can't destroy me. You simply don't have that kind of power and you never will. I am a runner, I'm a wolf and I'm a phoenix.
Do you know your spirit animal? I'd love to hear about yours and how they have helped you in your running and or real life.
That's it for now. Keep it unreal and make it happen.
No limits, no regrets.
Until we read again, as always
Love Marlies
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