Hartsdale, November 03, 2016.
This morning I woke up to the scent of fresh rain on the earth. It was a fragrance that carried promises of renewal, seeping through my open windows to the autumn that awaited me outside. I’ve taken up running without music, allowing myself to be present in the rhythm of my own breath and the symphony of birdsong that encircles me. Each footfall connects me to the living world, grounding me in its vibrancy. My heart, once heavy, feels lighter these days. My arms and legs ache with the sweet soreness of exertion when I wake, a reminder of the … Continue reading Hartsdale, November 03, 2016.