Hi y'all,
The flatlands have been the wetlands over the past three weeks. Literally each and every Sunday we have had a storm. First came Ciara, than Dennis and though the officials still haven't called it yet we faced Ellen today.
Heavy rain & wind smashing you around and yet I run. I get up and I run. Why? Because I belong in the storm, I belong on the roads and each and every viber of my soul is filled with so much awe every time I stand tall and embrace the power that nature provides. Don't get me wrong. I am not careless or disprespectful to the full force of nature. I've been on hikes in the mountains with my parents and I have seen the weather flip. I am well aware off the dangers. But a storm not out of it's wits but strong enough, not gone bonkers but fierceful and not over the top but just that thundering blasting roar....I am part of thát storm. My runs and now-a-days walks/hikes done in weather like we've been having lately somehow clears my mind and touches my soul. Being absolutely in the moment totally open to everthing that is surrounding you is a surreal experience.
This weekend I heard the tall pine trees moan as they swayed ferociously in the wind, I could hear the branches of trees snapping without them falling off, I saw birds using the winds soaring high and just bolting down, the lake black as tar with white foaming waves crashing the shoreline and their outlines washing over me as I passed.
Running and hiking winds and weather like this depletes me to the point where I'm scared I might not make it home and it is just that kind of depletion that allows me to completely recharge. Which is why the storm can't break me. She is part of me. Yes it is hard and yes it is challenging but honestly? I have been around for nearly half a century and I am not dead yet. Goonies simply never say die. Life is challenging and if you walk away from the winds and rain, if you quit because of the weather than the only person you're quiting on is you. I don't have to always like it but what I do, what I always do is ask myself: what do you rather do: face your regrets or embrace your victories however small they might be? Y'all know my answer now. What's yours?
So make your mark and find your spark!
Be kind to yourself
That's it for now
until we read again
as always
Love Marlies
The flatlands have been the wetlands over the past three weeks. Literally each and every Sunday we have had a storm. First came Ciara, than Dennis and though the officials still haven't called it yet we faced Ellen today.
Heavy rain & wind smashing you around and yet I run. I get up and I run. Why? Because I belong in the storm, I belong on the roads and each and every viber of my soul is filled with so much awe every time I stand tall and embrace the power that nature provides. Don't get me wrong. I am not careless or disprespectful to the full force of nature. I've been on hikes in the mountains with my parents and I have seen the weather flip. I am well aware off the dangers. But a storm not out of it's wits but strong enough, not gone bonkers but fierceful and not over the top but just that thundering blasting roar....I am part of thát storm. My runs and now-a-days walks/hikes done in weather like we've been having lately somehow clears my mind and touches my soul. Being absolutely in the moment totally open to everthing that is surrounding you is a surreal experience.
This weekend I heard the tall pine trees moan as they swayed ferociously in the wind, I could hear the branches of trees snapping without them falling off, I saw birds using the winds soaring high and just bolting down, the lake black as tar with white foaming waves crashing the shoreline and their outlines washing over me as I passed.
Running and hiking winds and weather like this depletes me to the point where I'm scared I might not make it home and it is just that kind of depletion that allows me to completely recharge. Which is why the storm can't break me. She is part of me. Yes it is hard and yes it is challenging but honestly? I have been around for nearly half a century and I am not dead yet. Goonies simply never say die. Life is challenging and if you walk away from the winds and rain, if you quit because of the weather than the only person you're quiting on is you. I don't have to always like it but what I do, what I always do is ask myself: what do you rather do: face your regrets or embrace your victories however small they might be? Y'all know my answer now. What's yours?
So make your mark and find your spark!
Be kind to yourself
That's it for now
until we read again
as always
Love Marlies
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