The unapologetically bright, nearly full moon lit the pavement along my way. The quiet seemingly personal escort graciously joined me on what was expected to be an individual activity. It didn’t say a word yet I felt its presence. I liked the company.
My route was mostly quiet except for the chatter of a couple dogs attempting to communicate in the distance. It was a most pleasant 70 degrees without a cloud in the night sky and the wind had already gone to sleep for the evening.
As I began to quiet my mind, I heard the gentle tap of each foot sharing a moment with the pavement. This intimate moment had a very rhythmic and melodic pulse similar to a heartbeat. Hypnotic in many ways.
After traveling about one mile, I looked up at my escort and tried to comprehend its magnitude and beauty. It seemed totally exposed and had no insecurity with that. I could imagine it announcing, “I am who I am, I have nothing to hide”. I wish I could always be as secure.
As my body awareness expanded, I sensed my arms swinging in a fairly fluid forward and backward motion. I would remind myself to keep my wrists more vertical so that my elbows would stay tucked to my body. It was a subtle yet noticeable change. I moved to my breath and felt my lungs effortlessly expand and contract as the air moved through my relaxed and slightly open mouth.
I approached two miles into the run, looked back up into the sky and noticed the bounty of stars joining in on this experience. Of course, they were always there. I enjoyed finding the big and little dipper. For some reason these are two constellations I always look for when I get a chance to peruse the night sky.
Looking back towards the moon to my surprise, it appeared as though a knife was slowly slicing through the skin of the sky. After investigating a bit closer, I noticed a plane slowly moving beneath the moon and its exhaust was being highlighted by the glow of the moon. All was well.
After completing the three mile loop, my journey was complete. Before entering the front door to my house I looked back up to my escort and said silently, “thank you”.
Have a great weekend and may you experience wonderful moments of life through movement.
Posted on 16 Jan 2009
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