Peaceful Place

My last post left you with the thought of a lot of balls in the air and knowing when to simplify. 

Well, so far so good. 

As I am thinking of what I'm going to post, because there has been lots going on, I'm not quite ready to go there yet...

I'm in such a peaceful state right now after taking Rachel's yoga class this morning (yes, sweat sister, Rachel, with whom I have run with). Her class practically brought me to tears — not only because the poses completely challenge my unlimber body, but especially because of Rachel's soft, calming words during Savasana. 

She brought us to a peaceful place, our own peaceful place. The first image that popped into my head was the trail where I run on Saturday's.

I love being there. When I drive past the forest preserve or pass one of the many entrances to the trail, when I'm not running, I wish I were there, running. It is truly a peaceful place.

For me, there is always a tiny bit of trepidation before those early Saturday runs.

What will the conversation be like when I run with someone, will I run easily, will I struggle to do the distance? But once I start, that all melts away and I am exactly where I should be.

Last weekend I had the privilege to run with my cousin Barb who was in town for her son's memorial. The depth of what she has gone through, losing her son to cancer, is unimaginable. She is a strong woman. It was wonderful to run with her, to talk and not to talk at times. 

We ran 13 miles that morning — the entire trail of all that peace, and back!

Namaste.