Running. With Newtown.

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Off to a late start today.  Could not fire the engines.  Or the head.  Temperature: Brisk 35F. Not a trace of wind.  And gloriously sunny.  Sunny but dark.

I skip the hat.  Skip the gloves. Skip the extra sweatshirt.  I needed cold.  Needed to feel alive. Needed a new path.  A fresh 5-mile route.  Away from the familiar.

9:45 am: I’m heading North. (It’s quiet out. Eerily quiet. I don’t hear birds. Traffic seems to be moving slower.  Everyone mourning? Newtown is North.  Sandy Hook Elementary School is 39 miles due North. TV images flicker by: Mother holding phone, screaming.  Children being marched out of the building. “Close your eyes.  Hold your hands.“)

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You never feel happy, until you try.

Saturday mornings are normally reserved for work-out inspirations (for me). I’m finding it difficult to wind up this theme this morning and to shake “sad” so we are going to mix it up a bit. Here’s “Happy.” A three to four minute clip to take you away from dark to joy, dance, song, spirituality, humanity and LIFE.  “You never feel happy, until you try.”  Enjoy.

Once

birds flyingbirds flyingbirds flyingbirds flying

Everyone onceonce only.  Just once and no more.
And we also once.  Never again.  But this having been
once, although only once, to have been of the earth,
seems irrevocable.

—Rainer Maria Rilke


For 20 children and 6 adults in an elementary school in Newtown, CT, “Once” has proven to be shockingly short.  Peace be with them and their families.


Sources: Image – amorecheiro. Quote: A Poet Reflects.

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