There is no one else on the track this morning. RunKeeper tracks my progress in the background and my Imogen Heap station plays on Pandora, easing the monotony as I round each lap. The rising sun coats me with the warmth that my running gear doesn’t quite provide, and the naked trees with the hope of spring.
Just overhead some geese flap their wings in rhythmic formation, calling out to each other as they rise. They fly so low that for a few brief moments I can smell their musty scent. Their elegance and beauty is tempered by the geese that remain on the ground, pecking at the grass and looking so ordinary. The minefield of their droppings reminds me of the complex duality of beauty and Grace.
The stillness is intimate and comforting. To be alone and yet feel so peacefully surrounded; to wake up with the dawn and be captivated by beauty that is common and familiar; to find joy in motion and simply in being—these are the gifts that this morning offers. And as I drink it all in, my gratitude becomes my offering.
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