All will be well, and all will be well, and all manner of things will be well

I had planned to post some stories of times when I defied death, but I think that is going to have to wait. Some things have happened recently that require me to make some choices. Could just be minor things, or could turn out to be life altering decisions. Needless to say, I was a little freaked out over what I should do. There is what I want to do, what I think is the right thing to do, what I think is the sensible thing to do...and on and on. These thoughts just kept cycling around in my head until I just couldn't think straight. I went to the store to pick up a few things and I found myself at the checkout with a cart full of junk...junk which I took home and promptly started to devour in a fit of frenzied, anxiety-driven eating. Suddenly, I realized what I was doing...how counter productive and unhealthy it was...and a little voice inside me woke up and said "Go for a run!"

Now, I had not been for a run in quite some time. I kept meaning to, but somehow I never actually made it. So, I headed out with the thought that I would just go for a very quick, short run...maybe just a mile, two at the most. I started to run and soon my body was in the flow of it and my mind went off somewhere far away. My being just filled with a peaceful feeling and there was an upwelling of happiness...not the kind of happiness that relies on external stimulation, but the kind that just has you smiling for no reason...happy to be alive in such a beautiful world. In what seemed like no time at all, I found myself finishing five miles and feeling invigorated with all the anxiety and the swirling thoughts gone.

While I have no idea what the "right" choices are or what course my life will take as a result, my run helped me to connect with that part of myself that knows that everything will be all right. I will take the moments as they come, follow my heart as best as I can, and know that, even when I make the wrong choices, the universe has a way of getting me back on the path of my purpose in life.

Perhaps what I really need to think about is why I am not running more often. I know that running settles my mind and helps me to connect with spirit. Profound things have happened on some of my runs. The only time I think with any certainty that I heard God's voice was during a run. I have had very wise, trusted, and dear friends tell me that I should run...that it helps me to connect and stay grounded. So, why don't I run? I have no idea, but I am going to endeavor to make running a part of my daily routine. With the weather starting to turn nicer, this should get easier. In any case, if you happen to see me, feel free to ask me how the running is going...hopefully the answer will be a good one.