As I weary the body, I relax and restore the mind.
Empty, it can fill again, but with creative musings. He stands, gazing into littered water. I run by, full of energy at the beginning of my run, taking note of him briefly in my periphery. He is marked only by his stillness and solitude. I pass his singular presence, not without a shade of envy. On my return, one half hour later, and he remains fixed to the same spot, still gazing into the shallows. Then my mind wanders to his, my mind finds his ease and repose. Again, envy claws at me, as I stare at his stillness and rest, challenging it silently, wondering where mine can be found. I wonder if he finds solace in the water, the same restoration I find in movement, he has found in some distant thought he finds in sea water. Is he resting his mind from an exhaustive six day work week? Perhaps he seeks to escape someone at home. Is he unhappily running, or happily at ease? Does he wonder at the trash in the water? Are the oysters growing before his very eyes? Perhaps he is just content To Be. In my wonder of him, I wonder about myself. Then my thoughts of him cease, as I pass. A little tired now, a little slower in pace. My body is slightly weary from my run, my mind is thus relaxed and at ease. Empty, it fills with these musings; soon, I will return to the mundane I am forced to think on. The rest from the workings of my mind was brief, and enjoyable. I find it in running. I find it meditation (although I haven't been taking time for my practice of late). I hope to find it more frequently when I return to ATX. Less stress and concern, perhaps, will quiet monkey-mind.
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