Rain; Heavy at times

Seizing the opportunity between meetings.


A low cloud layer hung just above the trees. Running up Balch Creek I felt like an ant on a narrow trail, enveloped in a tunnel of green. Trees hung low over the trail and I had to duck my head to avoid hitting them.  The rain was steady the entire run. Before I set off I gazed out at the rain from the office lobby. It was never a debate to go or not go; just a moment to focus turn over flow control.

I haven’t run with music since my shuffle stopped working at the race. Now I can hear the water hitting leaves, the crows calling and my feet splashing through the mud.

The curious part of meditation is that an event is not made into an experience.


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