Friday, May 3, 2013
Come Run With Me
I do run happy. I'm the one out there smiling at everyone I see. I'm still trying to figure out my high sign, though. The point (hey, baby), the peace (or victory?), the wave, the nod. I think a thumbs up would be my style, but might look like just making fist or trying to hitch a ride. Plus it's kinda dorky. As am I. Especially when I sing out loud. I try to do it when I'm not too close to anyone. Sometimes I can't help it.
I wish I could record my stream of consciousness while running. Today, I began composing at least six profound blog posts, and came up with at least four phrases which seemed brilliant. To me. I think a lot about art, about being an artist. About being a mother. About my hubby. And I think about...other things. People, bodies, attraction, the meaning of life. Science as my religion. I believe in physics, chemistry, hormones, continuation of the species. Life for life's sake. The universe, the Big Bang, what came before...I don't have the answer to that.
All the while, I've got Pandora streaming into my eardrums. Mostly my Snow Patrol station, lately. Some really great songs pop up and I am just transported. The sky and the sea are infinitely lovely. "Beauty!" I call it out (mentally), every time--after my favorite scene from my favorite film, A Room with a View. Step, step, step, step. My running rhythm is slow. A jog, really. But I just go and go. I am inspired. The transcendental nature of art.
The hour is up, I am back at the car. Moving in the direction of to do lists and responsibilities. I try to keep the feeling going by streaming music through the stereo. But so much is lost already. Ideas, impressions, inspiration.
Alas. I wish you could come running with me. I'd have so many interesting things to say.