I went out for a run late in the day. The sun went down while I was out. When I turned for home I experienced a sensation I have not felt for maybe twenty years. Night was falling and it felt like I was being carried by the wind. The world rolled past and it was beautiful. I was running fast but my breathing was not labored. Then, unexpectedly, I was home.
I’m just saying.
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Mimi (MAgS) says
October 31, 2007 at 8:13 pmPerceptive…
I recall a beautiful lady, Anna. She is my mother. Nearing her 77th birthday, it was just a little over a year ago when she arrived home…after four years of battling lung cancer. Tests, treatments, feeling lousy, feeling better, chemo, radiation, more chemo, weakened legs, never complaining, a real trouper. She wanted to protect her family from the heartache, especially, her husband of 53 years. He would feel the most pain. Then Mom had this vivid dream – she was well again and free. Her dream came true. Her spirit was set free one week after her admission to the hospice where the “sisters of mercy” kept her comfortable. Perfect peace. I am still connected to her. She is the reason why I am in the MAgS class. I think if we could hear my mother speak, we would hear her saying “yes yes, I know this feeling well”.
Judith (MAgS) says
October 31, 2007 at 3:33 pmI’m reminded of many amazing runs I’ve had over the years – solitary runs on beaches and roads, urban runs on crowded city streets, in sweltering heat, crunching through hard-packed snow in freezing cold, 10Ks for all matter of causes, the marathon that made my legs feel like boiling spaghetti. I’ve been sidelined. My mind and my heart are still willing but my aging knees balk at the thought of such frivolity.
Diana (MAgS) says
October 31, 2007 at 4:42 amWow!
You described such a great feeling and I could visualize the scene!
I always love looking into the metaphors of life.
I wonder if there is a translation…
Diana