Thursday, February 26, 2015

I am invisible, invincible.

When I run dark streets, early mornings I reflect on many, many things..
It's just how I'm wired
It's how I roll
I reflect on the African proverb...
'when you pray move your feet'
And I think of our Jo
I think and I think
As I run early mornings, dark streets, cold streets...

Every step a thought of you
Every breath a prayer for you
We run side by side
You invincible
Me invisible
When I run I pray for you.

I attended a course in Toronto several weeks ago. All participants were given a name plate to place on the table. On one side was my name on the other side a message.

It read:

"Only when your conciousness is focussed on the moment you are in can you receive whatever gift, lesson or delight that moment has to offer". 

Barbara de Angelis

When I run dark streets, early mornings I am most susceptible to a state of oneness, a state of mindfulness.

I am, at that moment, invisible.

I see a ghost-like image of myself as I run. I see the fluidity, the strength, the breath streaming over my face into the darkness. I hear the rhythm of my heart, the crunch of my steps, the evenness of my lungs. I see an image of myself running dark streets, early mornings.

I am, for that moment, invisible, invincible.

My brain becomes flooded with gifts, lessons, delights and I become peaceful in that moment.

Life washes over me, through me, around me.

It's a good day to be invisible, invincible, alive.

For Jo.