As I run through the trees, jumping over roots and ducking
under branches, the only sounds I hear are the crunching of the leaves under my
feet and the breath leaving my body. There are no other people around for miles
and miles. Suddenly, my heart feels heavy as I reflect on my life. This is not
where I planned on being. Alone. I feel so alone. And angry. And exhausted. I
raise my face to the heavens and tears stream down my cheeks. I kick at the
rocks. I scream at the clouds.
The trees sway in the breeze and simply smile in response. The
river gurgles and giggles back. The birds sing and rejoice. In a moment of
clarity, it occurs to me that the world embraces me, just as I am, without judgment.
It allows me to hurt. It allows me to love. I stand still and listen to what
she tells me.
My heart opens, just a crack, like the shattered light from
the sun through the trees. I allow myself to scream, to kick and to cry. Then,
I laugh at myself. At the ridiculousness of all of it.
A young buck leaps over the trail in front of me at a height
to clear my head. Further up the hill, a flock of wild turkeys wobble across my
path causing me to chase them into the bushes and weeds.
I finish my run and stand in a field, warming my face against
the sun. I look around and am overwhelmed by the life around me. I am
surrounded by thousands of trees, billions of blades of grass, millions of
wildflowers, leaping deer, sleeping coyotes and an immeasurable amount of life.
Even in the most remote places, I am enclosed by energy and
life and love. I am never alone. I was never alone.