I stopped for a moment to gaze, first to my right
Yin, February 2013
and then to my left.
Yang, February 2013
And it struck me as a metaphor. This place where I stood was between such extremes. In the middle of the road, with my plans behind me. Or my pains behind me. Or my pants behind me. Depending on which lyrics site you believe. Between such extremes of dark and light that I began to wonder how to dress right for the constant change. I stopped but for a moment, to snap these photos. Then ran again, marveling at the heat combined with the annoying raindrops intermittently dotting my eyeglasses. And yes, I run with eyeglasses. See prior post re visual impairment.
Nothing points out the extremes of life like a teenager. And I have 2.9 of those that bless me every single day of my life. Nothing extremely changes your life like parenting. Nothing parents your soul like passion and decent food. Nothing feeds your passion like a curious mind. Nothing minds your Ps and Qs in an annoying fashion like the extraordinarily profitable corporation to which you report. Nothing reports truth like a cheeky five year old. Nothing is older than love, running, and parenting.
I dreamt last night that 3 large bears chased me. I tried to hide in a long, rectangular room with no exit. I was trapped against the wall, curled up quietly on the floor. The bears came in and the biggest one came right to me, and laid down on top of me, protectively, like a dog might. We fell asleep.
I was sure those bears would eat me up, wild things they were.
Someone wise asked, after I told of this odd night vision, "what is protecting you now in your long, narrow building?"
Another friend enjoyed the totemish quality of my dream.
My husband thinks what is scaring me is actually a positive force.
Anyhow, it was a nice run in the bottom.
Nothing points out the extremes of life like a teenager. And I have 2.9 of those that bless me every single day of my life. Nothing extremely changes your life like parenting. Nothing parents your soul like passion and decent food. Nothing feeds your passion like a curious mind. Nothing minds your Ps and Qs in an annoying fashion like the extraordinarily profitable corporation to which you report. Nothing reports truth like a cheeky five year old. Nothing is older than love, running, and parenting.
I dreamt last night that 3 large bears chased me. I tried to hide in a long, rectangular room with no exit. I was trapped against the wall, curled up quietly on the floor. The bears came in and the biggest one came right to me, and laid down on top of me, protectively, like a dog might. We fell asleep.
I was sure those bears would eat me up, wild things they were.
Someone wise asked, after I told of this odd night vision, "what is protecting you now in your long, narrow building?"
Another friend enjoyed the totemish quality of my dream.
My husband thinks what is scaring me is actually a positive force.
Anyhow, it was a nice run in the bottom.
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