Another beautiful day

Spirituality
[caption id="attachment_3636" align="alignleft" width="210"] North Georgia cotton candy sunrise.[/caption] The skies of north Georgia are beautiful. I admit this freely now. I often stop to photograph daybreak and dawn, sunset, dusk and twilight. As a Georgia native, there were many things I enjoyed outdoors growing up, but I can't recall appreciating the sky on the fringes of day. Florida was a different story. I lived there off and on for many years, and 2009 is the first time I recall pausing at the sight of the setting sun. Driving across a bridge, I witnessed the huge orb sinking below the horizon. Once bright blue sky, now dotted with clouds and awash in orange and purple and pink, I wanted to pull over in awe. Instead I offered prayers of appreciation. I couldn't believe my good fortune to…
Read More

Vibrations

Zaimu Challenge
At the last new moon, I wrote a list of intentions. Taken together they mean, vibrate higher. Vibrate higher. Boost energy, joy, hope. Be more powerful, and lighter at the same damn time. Float, fly, soar, on your own terms. From the inside. In your cells. Spirit. Breath. Light. High vibration is goddess energy. It is magic stirring. When I neglect pleasure and beauty rituals, when I consume nonfood instead of divine nourishment, when I am not salt bathing or sunbathing, or any of the things I know to do, I look around and there I am: stuck, stagnant, heavy. I feel weak. Powerless. Even laughs are smaller and too far apart.   Have you swiveled your hips today? #SelfCareIs — ✨#SelfCareIs✨ (@PhYINomenal) May 6, 2016 I swivel my hips. With music…
Read More

Half the distance, twice the win

Personal Narrative
It rained forever and a day. Seriously. Forever, then 24 more hours of rain. It was probably more like a week, but it really seemed the clouds would never cry themselves out. I run. And while I engage in a variety of exercise programs, running outdoors is my favorite. It's lovely to watch the sun rise. To smell the flowers and pine trees and whatever else is on my running trail. To listen to birds as they sing, or fight or just say hello. It's corny. It's great. I love it. And thanks to The Rain, I couldn't run. For days. (Forever). Then The Rain stopped. The local runners waited a day for The Dry because we knew our trail would be flooded or overrun with unpassable puddles, slick with wet leaves and what…
Read More

Clement wins

Temple Building
I fancy myself a runner. Or a jogger, as the case may be.  As a general rule, I save my miles for clement weather. Put simply, I do not run in the cold. Pish posh on the mildness of Georgia winters; you can let your chest wheeze for an after inhaling frigid air. There are exceptions to my no winter running rule, but more often than not, I hang up my running shoes in November, and pull them out again around March. I spend the intervening months exercising with a DVD program. When I travel, I take it along. Unless I forget, which is the case at present. En route to the airport yesterday, I realized I packed everything I needed to do PiYo except the PiYo DVDs. Massive side eye to me. There was no turning back at…
Read More

Ending the year strong

Temple Building
It's not winter yet, but Mother Nature has been pushing us to get ready for it. The days are noticeably shorter and unseasonably cold. The weather, along with my recent adventure, has put me in the mood to hibernate. Most mornings (and early evenings), I just want to swaddle myself in a ball and sleep. It's starting to impact my exercise regimen. From March to October, I jump out of bed before dawn, ready to log a few of the 40-50 miles I jog each month. I tweak my mileage to allow time for strength training with a barbell and plates. But all of this happens in the warm weather. Once we've entered true fall in north Georgia, I put away the running shoes and opt for indoor cardio. My program of choice has long…
Read More

Today, again, I ran.

Temple Building
And it was a great run, too. I lifted weights yesterday, which means squats among another things. And although my legs started to feel it toward the end of today's 3-miler, I really can tell the difference. I really love the difference. I saw my two regulars today. I'll call Ivan and Dan. I've never spoken to either of them except breathless good mornings or smiles or waves. They are both mustached men. Ivan bikes. Dan runs. Ivan and I often arrive around the same time, which is interesting to me since I don't have an official start time. But time and again, there we are. He pulls up in his Jeep, unloads his bike, straps on his helmet and rides off into the distance as I'm walking up to the start.…
Read More

Healing. An excerpt.

30 Day Blog Challenge
This is stream of consciousness from my efforts at NaNoWriMo last fall. This is fiction. I wrote 1,000 words a day for 30 days. This excerpt was selected at random this afternoon. This is raw data. For better or for worse, it's unedited. I finally arrive and set up as close to the ocean as possible. Only a few people are out. I stretch out my sheet and lay my belongings on top. I quickly strip down to my suit. It’s a simple black bikini this time, and I'm aware of a few appraising eyes glancing at my glutes. I tie my hair in a messy knot atop my head and stride toward the ocean. I sigh as my feet, right first, then left, touch the cool, clear water. The bottoms…
Read More

Beauty treatment

Personal Narrative
Take time to stop and smell the roses. It's an old sentiment, but one I'm thinking about as I fly home. I'm above the clouds now, and over my shoulder I spy the warming tones of the setting sun. The sight made me want for Florida at first. But on second thought, what I'm missing is beauty. Winter's cloudy, chilly mornings have kept me indoors on days I'd rather run. Running outdoors is my meditation. My journal. It's high fives to the rabbits who line the greenway, and smiles to the rising sun. It's awe with flowers blooming in spring, leaves turning in autumn. It's deep breaths in time with my feet - percussion behind a chorus of birds. It's been a while. Sometimes my entire work day is spent…
Read More