Quite often in life, I’ve had to do things I didn’t like to do… taking on the task of running might seem like small potatoes at first, in reality it was more akin to climbing a mountain…
I taste it in my voice, running like a river, mingling with others…
flowing in and out, filling up the endless sky…
… I felt what I wanted now was to get out into the world again. To be a part of it, to be connected once more.
I see the divine close at hand every day, and have never felt the need to find it in a church or give it a name of any kind.
Like Scarlett O’Hara, I felt like I was running back to Tara to find some strength. Only my Tara was about 1600 square feet with a cemetery just beyond the backyard.
To find a kind of shared passion with a group of fellow travelers… now that is something truly amazing for me to experience.
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… gardens can be a place to escape to, someone’s own magical world they create all for themselves.