Thursday, 28 July 2011
07:49:28 AM (GMT)
This morning I woke up, took my worries, my fears, my disappointments and went
I sent them into the earth.
I grounded, centered, then I got up, turned on my music and took off running.
It was pleasant.
I have tried a few drugs in my day, but nothing could ever get me as naturally high
as a good jog.
Every step is sent deep into the ground.
Every breath absorbs the good energy from the air, and every exhale casts out the
The sights, the sounds, the music, the rhythm of my stride in tune with nature.
I saw the sun rising up from the dirt to light my way.
I smelled the fresh grass.
I passed by cows in the fields, without a care in the world.
I jogged by a lonely beautiful horse. I named him Fred.
I pushed myself this morning. It wasn't hard. I was numb.
As I made it back to my home, I felt new, I felt relieved.
I don't have a worry in the world.
Well. . .
But I have accepted that nothing can get her off my mind.
Today should be a good day, I think.
I might meditate some more, try and come back to the world.
I still think I am high.