Hello friends and welcome to another almost-weekend! It’s a gorgeous fall day here and Marc is playing golf. I’m listening to an autumn playlist and planning a fall classic* and some easy knitting once I finish this post. Let’s get to it!
My running has taken a back seat to tennis these past few weeks. I’ve missed it, but things got shuffled around this week and I realized on Wednesday that I could fit in a run on Thursday. and when Carole shared her gorgeous photos, I realized what I really needed was a run in the park.
I hadn’t been to the park since Labor Day. when my dear friend Lauren and I shared our last walk there. Later that week, she and her husband moved to Santa Fe (they closed this week on a gorgeous house and I cannot wait to visit!). We captured one distanced photo on the trail that morning and had another distanced goodbye in the parking lot.
Lauren and I met in the spring of 2013 – she and her husband had just moved here and we joined a running group at the Y at about the same time. Lauren is a lifelong runner (and most lately a pilates instructor) and I was just hitting my stride… and we clicked. We ran together 2-3-4 times a week. trained for and ran a 15k in early 2014. discovered Yin Yoga. started walking more than running. Lauren had knee surgery on both knees and I broke my foot. no more running. we walked together 2-3-4 times a week. we talked about so many books (our reading tastes are almost 100% aligned), cooking, yoga, parents, neighbors, parenting adult children, navigating retirement. and then. about making fresh starts.
So yeah, I hadn’t wanted to visit again. until Wednesday. and then Thursday morning, my Enneathought for the Day** said this
“Today, reflect on seasons of change in your life. Trees shed their leaves and are dormant before there is regrowth. What do you need to shed in order to grow?”
I took that message to heart as I set out for that run. Gonna be honest, the first half mile or so was rough. I cried out loud. noisy, wet tears. and the few folks I passed, well, they’re strangers. and also, who cares?!
and evidently Enneathought** is having a theme, because today’s post said this
“As the seasons change, why don’t you try something different, too?”
So yeah …
Thinking about a new season. literally and figuratively. letting go. trying new things. my birthday is coming up and the timing is perfect.
Grateful for that season with Lauren. and yesterday’s run in the park. the leaves were almost peak. the trail was soft. the pace wasn’t great, but still. it felt good to remember and celebrate the miles we’d run and walked together. and I will be back on a more regular basis.
Inspired by honestly, and with much gratitude (and not a little surprise), a LOT these days! but for this post, I’m going to highlight this
I haven’t committed to – much less actually DONE – anything since Me Made May. Five days of noticing seems like an easy start, right? I do have a stash of stamps and some paper and ink and I’m not at all sure they’ll play a part, but the possibility is intriguing. stay tuned!
FUN! FINISHED! yep, I finished TWO things this week!
First up is my Stonecrop Pullover. I even got to wear it for an audience yesterday (I have a speaking part in this Sunday’s YouTube church service). The left photo is at the church. the right photo is on our front steps. Marc got mums and pumpkins out this week!
And Sam’s afghan. whew!
this is the FOURTH crocheted afghan I finished in quaranTIME. I actually finished the body of it back in August and added the edges, wove in the ends, and blocked it this week. It’s for Sam’s 4th birthday. (can we pause to say Oh MY FOUR??!!) and Marc and I have been invited for pizza and fun tomorrow. I’m glad it’s done. and I realized as I was finishing it that I missed the rhythm of those crochet stitches. maybe? or maybe socks have taken that place. seasons….
And in closing, I want to share a Waterlogue from yesterday’s run. I love how the app captures colors and contours I didn’t see. It’s a nice metaphor … I hope you’re able to see things differently. and please, have the best weekend available to you!
*oh boy, y’all. this post. from just a year ago and it feels like a different lifetime. and just when I thought I might make it through a day without tears. so. post sidelined for a bit. I folded laundry (and even put some of it away). took Holly out. and poured a glass of wine. #nojudging. and also a reminder of why I love this space SO MUCH. life is captured one story at a time. and actually, I think that last bit is a nice segue into the post I’d planned. here goes.