Many years ago, before I became sick… I used to run. I like running in the fall weather for many miles on end. And on into the spring…when the Tulips would begin to hang over the fence. To me, the road was endless – every foot drop accented by the boundlessness of breath.

But when I became sick, that road became altered. And these adventures, once the highlight of my day, took on a strange new peril. Until I stopped running altogether – too afraid to engage the source of my fear.

It was too hard, I thought to myself – an impossibility, I’d say. But then one day, today – I took a long, deep breath and rustling up my pride I just ran.

Not fast, at all, mind you – more like a shuffle. But the feet were moving, and with each bold step courage found it’s place against an unexpected trail.

We think we know, but in fact we don’t. It’s interesting, isn’t it? How much of our existence is willed through perception. Causing us to forget the very basics of motion – one foot, carried forward and through.

Is it strength? Is it resolve? Or, rather simply, the transferrence of hope until habit? The bottom line is one never knows until there’s courage enough to try, try, try…

In peace, my sweet friends…

With love and gratitude, namaste ❣❣❣