"My New Peace" -- a poem

You must all be sick and tired of hearing me write about running, eh??

Well, TOO BAD!! ... as I rocked on my deck with my morning java yesterday, prior to going to RUNClub, I realized that it was the last official RUNClub I would attend before summer break. I've made the most exciting plans to be in Alberta with my family next weekend, so I'll miss the final session. That got me pondering how I feel when I run, how running has changed my life, and how I want to keep moving ... "Movement is Change". Desiring to find some way to say thank you to Jo Berry, our main coach, a poem started tumbling out of my soul and onto paper. Thought I'd share it with you ...

For Jo,           

June 21, 2014

My New Peace

Lacing up my pink Mizuno’s,

Music blaring, legs and lungs pumping,

I’m off …

Kilometers covered and energy dwindling,

My meandering maze through town ends

With a sharp turn towards the river.

Smacking into God's majestic beauty,

I’m forced to stop, to connect, to reflect.

A picnic table becomes my viewing platform

As deep examination begins.

I hear the slippery, silver sound of

Thompson water tumbling by.

See exquisite fingerlings intricately etched

Into hoodoo walls.

A camper’s bacon breakfast fills my nostrils

With familiar memories.

Tastes of childhood, laughter … life.

Refreshed by a spray of water,

I rise to leave … transformed.

Observing through a different lens –

One shaped with appreciation, wonder … awe.

“Don’t miss this!”, I teach myself.

“Run with open eyes!”

“Live with an open heart!”

Returning home, I notice

A drop of dew sparkles on each perfect pansy face

As they stand like palace guards protecting my home.

… I almost missed it.

                                                      Yvonne Eaglestone

                                                                                                             June 21, 2014

Enjoy your day, all of you. Happy Sunday :)