There is something about running that just makes me remember. It may be the continuous plodding to get practically anywhere other than where I was. It seems right when I take that first step, an endless stream of memories and thoughts begin to cloud my mind. Often there is a internal battle I am fighting and with every painful step, the discombobulation that is my mind, will sort itself out. Unwinding until I find answers. It is a beautiful thing, really.
Today is the third day of finals and I decided to slip on those old worn sneakers and go for a jog to who knows where. I plugged in my earphones and just ran. On and On. The sun as my only companion I began to remember. Remember those early mornings back at home, where I would run the same loop over and over, listening to the chickadees and watching the leaves spinning. I remembered the many adventures and the discoveries I made as a child. I remembered just laying in the warm grass, enjoying everything about nature, and trying to answer questions that it seems no one has the answers too.
Today, I found a grassy path of campus between an office building and next to a busy road. No one on that road could see me, and the cars passed without second thought. All the blinds hid my presence from those inside the building.
So I plopped down next to a small oak tree and was overwhelmed with thankfulness for the bit of understanding I have been blessed with.
What a wonderfilled world.