Today I Did Not Run

Today, I did not run.

I woke up, washed my face, brushed my dientes, and did not put on my shoes.

I stepped outside and walked across the cold, moist, ground. Little pebbles that were weaved into the soil pressed into the soles of my feet.

Most of the world was already awake. They were chirping and shining and brightening their colours. The people seemed to be sleeping. I wonder how and when we fell out of touch with this waking hour; This hour that is perfect for not running.

I found myself on the sand. There was a big blue body of water to my right and a shiny ball of fire hovering in the distance. My toes curled into the spaces that the tiny grains let me move. Just enough to hold me up, just enough to let me find my own balance.

This morning I did not think.

There was no road and much less a path.

However, there was a sign ahead that I could not read for it had no letters.

Who taught me this limiting language? 

It was calling me so I went, but I did not run.

The Earth moved below my feet, but I was floating, I swear! The salty sea air pumped in and out of my lungs and I heard the breath that was both mine and the ocean, but I did not tire.

A flock of pelicans skim the sea.
A fleet of palm trees do a slow dance.
A fresh wind plays in my hair.

I must be alive, I do not say to myself.

I just feel it.

It keeps moving me and I let it. It has something to do with how it feels beneath my bare feet, or the combination of colours around me, or maybe its this music all around me that plays in blissful harmony.

But I just do it, without thinking.
I do not run.

I am carried.
And I know this all sounds like a metaphor, but I am speaking quite literally.

And when I get back to the place that has been constructed to provide me shelter and recluse from this world that calls and carries me, I am covered in red spots.

And it itches like hell.

And, so, I guess this is life.

Sometimes, I don't know my path (although I refer to it quite often) and I don't have any idea where I am running (although it might look like I do) and it's all f*cking music to my ears (and often times full of really painful mosquito bites, and sand flies and scars)...

I'm just taking the steps the best way I know how.

A combination of the things that call me and move me
And a little fire inside me that says "go", "do", "be"!
And I try to listen to both

Not scratch so much
At those annoying little bites along the way
(although I sometimes do)

Just keep going

Running
or Not

But definitely moving
and letting myself be moved.