This time or year can be rather exciting. Take a look around you. Whether you previously planted seeds for the future, or are simply letting nature take its course, the signs of new growth are beginning to take form.
It’s a beautiful thing.
Flying Squirrel
Out on today’s walk, squirrels seemed to be flying from tree to tree.
Lucky for me, the lens is quicker than the squirrel. Ha ha!
this is newt
The California newt (Taricha torosa)
On my 2nd to last run I passed this little guy. Everything I passed seemed new, fascinating, and photo-worthy that day, as always seems to be when I am able to get out and run so infrequently. As you might imagine, I’m getting pretty frustrated. You know how I love running.
Or perhaps, if you are a fairly new reader, you don’t. I’ve been doing battle with back pain since sometime after completing my 19th marathon, and the Boston to Big Sur Challenge (May 2011). Completing two full marathons so close together did quite a number on my ankles, but taking a 6 month break from running for them to heal seems to have set me back more.
two steps forward, abiet timidly
Slowly, very slowly, I am feeling improvement. I proceed forward, however timidly, like a young deer setting foot out in an open field. I know I am vulnerable to another backwards spiraling. I just can’t afford that. I take two step forward, and hold my breath…
Morning Abstraction
Well, the cortisone injection was likely placed somewhere other than the offending abnormality. In other words, it didn’t work.
Though mild, I have many abnormalities. I suspect the majority of the population does. But we move along down our paths generally unaffected by our deviations from the norm. We are each unique.
That’s where I’d like to be: aware but unscathed by my little curves and protrusions.
In the meantime, I search for clarity amid the often excruciating bodily distraction.
When I open my eyes and begin moving on with the day, things begin to unfold as usual and yet with different perspective. I am a bit more inquisitive, clumsy, and introspective.
This accidental, yet pretty, picture is the result of my clumsiness. I call it my morning abstraction. I kind of like it.