For One Woman the Physical Becomes Alchemical
In the dark morning
Before the heavens had awakened and shed their light, a lone woman ran into her Self. In the space of plodding steps and frozen cheeks, lungs misted with icy tendrils, she came to accept she was alive. Years had been spent hiding from this fact. That was why she ran. Running, symbolically and literally, had held her sanity in each step.
Somehow darkness transformed on this morning. Escape was elusive in the frozen space.
Having spent most of her time in the un-reality of her mind, confrontation with the physical had become the alchemical to her awakening. She was, simply, alive. From the smallest cell inside to her robust thighs, she became present in her life. Survival was no longer enough- she longed to run bravely and freely.
Whether you are a runner or not, I think we all have those moments when we confront ourselves and our lives with a new sense of bravery, belief and hope. We see who we are. We realize our own importance and that we matter. The sense of being alive, of being in the present moment provides a grounded sense of power. We are all here, alive, wanting to do more than survive. We want to love, harmonize, create, and contribute. Amen to the world this morning, frozen as it was, to show me that I, in fact, am alive. Within this awareness, my power lies.