Contemplative Run

My run this morning, while not as long as I wanted, was soul refreshing. Because of the recent fresh and continuing snow fall I had no choice but to slow my pace, as well as, be intentional about how and where I placed my feet. The snow muffled the sounds of my footsteps and the usual cacophony of the world around me.

I find that when I calm the musings of my mind the Presence becomes tangible. It is then that a single snowflake becomes a tsunami on the tongue and I am awash in the holiness of the moment. Refreshed, again.