Exercise has the uncanny quality, found in very few activities and pursuits, of making one feel both weak and strong at the same time. This I realized yesterday and today as I stretched my walks by going further and bringing a backpack.
Yesterday, I almost crossed a bridge spanning Lake Ray Hubbard between Rockwall and Rowlett. I surmise I was about a half mile from the other side when I felt compelled to turn back. Good thing as otherwise I would have been late for an appointment. But I was able to enjoy the strange wind caused by a combination of the lake and passing cars, and the warmth of the earth an hour or so after sunrise and still cool from recent rains. I smiled at those jogging and biking by and the locks placed on the safety fence. Mostly, I had sweet communion with my God.
listening to lemonade
i don't think about
Today I trekked to the library, but first made a stop to photograph the old Royse City jail for a book cover. Sitting at one of the benches, I took in the breeze, and waited for God to speak to me. I didn't catch anything but the sense He was glad to be there as we quietly watched the blooming flowers on a nearby tree.
Later, I walked the labyrinth while listening to Richard Souther and trying ignore the rash and annoying headache I was developing. So many to pray for, so much to be grateful for, and I so easily distracted.
dull evening sun
shadows on the labyrinth
ears full of buzzing
I felt a good sense of fatigue as I sat on a bench nearby and turned down the volume. I've loved my earbuds lately and how they have both let me hear subtleties in the music I listen to as I put a wall around me from the outside world where noise mostly dismantles my peace. But here, as I breathe in the stillness, I can let in at least this small part which edifies my soul.