I rose before five this morning determined to walk Lake Montebello. As I drove towards it, the rain came again. I made a U-turn. Parked my car, then sat. My desire was so strong I manifested protection, a rain cape I’d bought three years ago in Harlem. I dragged it from the trunk of my car.
The Lake was empty. Only the committed showed up. I felt good about being one of them. My tattered cape flapping in the wind I made my way around the lake. Nobody else had on gear. I thought about love and relationships and how when stormy times hit lovers afraid of the “elements” either stay home in bed (cop out, run away) or don their protective wear (close down their hearts). The rain stopped. I approached my car just as a runner, finishing up, heartily greets as if to say he and I were part of an elite club, one that might be called The Endurers Club. I feel good. Looking forward to my second time around, I take off my cape and throw it into the back seat of my Passat. Then with my 5-lb weights in hand I start out again.
Well, I made a U-turn back for my cape when the rain resumed. I stuck it out though. I was “in the game” so to speak. So what sometimes you throw up your guard or shutdown or get a bit defensive when your beloved comes down on you, breaks his word, changes his mind, misbehaves, misspeaks, or just plain act out. If it’s not a tornados (a deal breaker), hang in there. Be patient with yourself…and him. Remember, we’re all works in progress.
Up ahead I see a man walking; he’s likely in his seventies. Probably retired. He’s wearing white shorts and matching tennis shoes, a colorful short sleeve shirt, wire frame shades (it’s still dark out) and a white straw hat. I think of Panama when I look at him. As I walk pass him, out the corner of my right eye I see him doing something strange. I do a double take. He’s looking for puddles of water then skipping through them! I was immediately transported back to my girlhood, when after the rain stopped and the sun came out I’d go outside, barefooted, and stomp around in the rainbowed puddles. I laughed. He laughed. Then I thanked him for making my day. And of course I thought about love…and life. I remembered how powerful we are and that we have the ability to find the joy and delight before, during and after the rain…when we stay young and supple at heart.
Love your LIFE! Run in the rain. Play in the puddles.
The Lake was empty. Only the committed showed up. I felt good about being one of them. My tattered cape flapping in the wind I made my way around the lake. Nobody else had on gear. I thought about love and relationships and how when stormy times hit lovers afraid of the “elements” either stay home in bed (cop out, run away) or don their protective wear (close down their hearts). The rain stopped. I approached my car just as a runner, finishing up, heartily greets as if to say he and I were part of an elite club, one that might be called The Endurers Club. I feel good. Looking forward to my second time around, I take off my cape and throw it into the back seat of my Passat. Then with my 5-lb weights in hand I start out again.
Well, I made a U-turn back for my cape when the rain resumed. I stuck it out though. I was “in the game” so to speak. So what sometimes you throw up your guard or shutdown or get a bit defensive when your beloved comes down on you, breaks his word, changes his mind, misbehaves, misspeaks, or just plain act out. If it’s not a tornados (a deal breaker), hang in there. Be patient with yourself…and him. Remember, we’re all works in progress.
Up ahead I see a man walking; he’s likely in his seventies. Probably retired. He’s wearing white shorts and matching tennis shoes, a colorful short sleeve shirt, wire frame shades (it’s still dark out) and a white straw hat. I think of Panama when I look at him. As I walk pass him, out the corner of my right eye I see him doing something strange. I do a double take. He’s looking for puddles of water then skipping through them! I was immediately transported back to my girlhood, when after the rain stopped and the sun came out I’d go outside, barefooted, and stomp around in the rainbowed puddles. I laughed. He laughed. Then I thanked him for making my day. And of course I thought about love…and life. I remembered how powerful we are and that we have the ability to find the joy and delight before, during and after the rain…when we stay young and supple at heart.
Love your LIFE! Run in the rain. Play in the puddles.
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