the jog...

i am still snuggled up in my big ol' adult-sized fleece footie pajamas and i am not at all anxious to get myself out of them. i'm drinking coffee and i plan on drinking more coffee. there's fog this morning and a cool breeze coming through the open windows. inga's sleeping in my big red chair. there are small birds and squirrels chasing each other outside and i feel so content right now that even the thought of wrestling myself out of the house is painful. but the jog awaits.

THE JOG.

yesterday, i caught myself starting to compile a silly list of excuses for why it was okay to take the day off from running. when i noticed myself doing this, i put my shoes on and left the house and drove straight to the vineyard. we jogged and it felt wonderful. well, it feels wonderful at the start and then it feels wonderful again once it's done. the sense of accomplishment is amazing and it is quite the cure-all. jogging is wonderful for a person's body but also for their heart and mind. i feel clear, in all sorts of ways, when the jog is done. i feel lighter and calmer and more focused- not at all distracted or wound-up about whatever little thing that might give me trouble or heartache. it keeps me sane. that, in itself, is the best reason to keep going out to the vineyard- my own little field of dreams where the clarity i need finds me. i come home and i paint and the hours roll by easily and i don't worry so much about all the things that are out of my control. i breathe. i move oil. i watch inga bounce around and eat sticks. i watch her sleep. i write and i twist yarn and i feel good about myself and my practice.

i feel like i'm on a good road, an important road that could actually lead somewhere, for the first time in a long time.