Today I returned to my favorite park and walked. A simple act, walking. A simple remembrance of what running and walking in nature, in this park mean to me. A return to commune with God that comes as easily as breathing, as easily as looking over and seeing a tiny blue dragonfly on the brush beside the path. I’ve put off returning to running and walking because I tore a ligament in my foot a couple months ago. I can put it off no longer. The physical pain is worth the exchange of spiritual energy and renewal. The bitter balances the sweet.
sentient marrow 