I love when my early morning run produces insights.
I was just running along, neither fast nor slow. Sort of in a groove, giving thanks that I am able to run, that I am motivated to run, that I so enjoy every run. Listening to, focusing on my breath, and letting everything else just happen.
I did not see the fat, brown squirrel until I frightened it.
Squirrels almost always think the safest route out of harm's way is directly across the path of approaching harm. I thought I heard it squeal as it darted across the sidewalk, almost stepping on my Nike'd toes.
The squirrel, not too chicken to cross the road, startled the driver of the pale blue Cadillac. He braked. His tires squealed on the pavement.
My turn to jump, worried he might dodge the squirrel and swerve sidewalk-ward. I may have uttered a squeal.
The Cadillac stayed its course. The driver and I waved, smiling, to one another.
The squirrel raced to the far side of the road.
Several additions to my thanksgivings. All's well that ends.
Photo Source: http://www.flickr.com/photos/19923675@N07/2005573451/
I'm thankful that the squirrel made it safely across the and the you made it safely across the squirrel. The palms didn't need to meet the pavement again.
I always enjoy watching the squirrels play and wonder how do they remember where they hid that pecan. Just one of Gods many "mircles in the wild".
Posted by: dona | June 14, 2008 at 12:34 AM
Human beings can learn a lot from squirrels and other Earthly creatures. Its a matter of learning to step back from what you think you know and opening yourself to different ways of seeing, sensing and simply existing differently.
Posted by: Liara Covert | June 15, 2008 at 12:02 AM