My Saturday morning runs have become a
soothing ritual to end long weeks and begin a weekend on the right foot, those
puns! This past Saturday I got up earlier than usual in anticipation for a busy
day and made my way to the misty beach front with the few early whisperers whom
were already beginning their own rituals.
And as I reached my half way point and
turned to see the awakening mountain through the clouds, I realised the beach
below my trainers was untouched. My shoe prints being the only evidence to human
presence. It was almost symbolic to the fresh start which is presented to us
each day and the one we have all made in this new year. I’ve made many promises
to myself for the year. My untouched beach waiting for new prints to make their mark and create a new
story with a diversity of beauty.
And as the ocean tides will come in and
wash away my mark on the beach, so does the reminder that we have to let go of
all that keeps us from living now . . .
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