and I starved myself of the woods this past weekend.
So when I returned to them this morning…it all came RUSHING back in like a massive flood.
All was so CLEAR..the delicious sounds …the scrumptious views.
The steep descents that spilled me into the low pockets of warmth.
Just like that a fine glass o’ red….that is deep and warm.
When you get down into those deep spots…in the red…there’s a lot of work to be done to get out.
But sometimes you just wanna stay wrapped in that warmth for a while.
Eventually…
you decide to pull yourself out.
And as you ascend up the steep climb back to the top, you notice the AMAZING and DELICIOUS views.
And while it may be a little chilly up here, its like that bright crisp white, a Pinot or Sauvignon Grig if you will.
It is clean, dry…
CLEAR
And you can finally see all the majestic views before you.
This AM run felt like I was wrapping myself in a warm, comfy blanket,.alas, as if I was still asleep…..
and i’m reminded:
~Willa Cather
And I actually did NOT want to over do this one…
I was quite satisfied with “the first cup”.
I didn’t feel the urge..
or insistence..
or those terrible STARVING pangs for wanting
needing …
more..
Because that “first cup”
was just right…
I hope you too might find that “first cup” …that is JUST RIGHT for you.
