wandering mind

I stroll past a red maple glowing bright red in the evening sun one tiny leaf waiting for me since last spring waiting for me to notice her beauty clinging with all her might barely holding on takes a sigh of relief when my eyes land on her and flutters to the ground her wait is over (image from here )

I participated in the Baltimore Running festival on October 16th and ran the half marathon. It was a perfect day for running and I was full of nervous energy. I was told to walk the first mile or two to warm up since I was dealing with a hip injury. So I ran the first three miles as fast as I could. What can I say, I got caught in the energy that is there at the start of such things. Things slowed down after that. Come mile 7 there was more walking then running happening. I practically limp-walked the last two miles. To make a long story short – I finished the event in 3 hours – about 30 minutes more than my goal time. But I did finish it on my own and didn’t have to be carried off the course – so I am happy with that outcome Last time when I did the half marathon it was so hot and miserable that I told myself never to do it again - I guess 'never' amounted to two years because I forgot the misery and decided to do it again this year. This year the weather was so good, if it wa...

There is this great chocolate bar called Chocolove. It comes with a love poem. I really liked it and thought I would share it here : I Do Not Love Thee I do not love thee! no! I do not love thee! And yet when thou art absent I am sad; And envy even the bright blue sky above thee, Whose quiet stars may see thee and be glad I do not love thee! yet, I know not why, Whate'er thou dost seems still well done, to me: And often in my solitude I sigh That those I do love are not more like thee! I do not love thee! yet, when thou art gone, I hate the sound (though those who speak be dear) Which breaks the lingering echo of the tone Thy voice of music leaves upon my ear. I do not love thee! yet thy speaking eyes, With their deep, brightm and most expressive blue, Between me and the midnight heaven arise, Oftener than any eyes, I ever knew. I know I do not love thee! yet, alas! Others will scarcely trust my candid heart; And oft I catch them smiling as they pass, Because they see me gazing wh...

I witnessed an acorn being separated from mama oak today without any fanfare she casually left her comfort zone a crackling sound and then tumbling tumbling tumbling fifty feet all the way down and now she waits to see what the future holds for her can she one day reach all the way up and lovingly brush her new branches against mother oak's familiar arms and smile gloriously for having made it

You know I try I really do To quit that glass of wine with dinner But I am being guided otherwise Today at the end of my seven mile run When I reached the dead end Where mighty Oaks and Maples stand guard They seemed to smile down upon me A crooked smile That seemed to want to say something They asked the wind to carry their message and the wind rustling through their branches whispered to me and I am not making this up I really am not the wind whispered to me "Good job on the seven mile run today It wasn't easy to find the time to do it But you did it now go home and treat yourself to a glass of wine " " Really ?" I said " But I have been told to hydrate with water after runs " " Nonsense " it said I swear it did " You can't believe everything you hear Go with your own gut feeling And do what feels right " So who am I To ignore the wisdom Of mighty Oaks and Maples Who have been around longer than me So here I am in the post ru...

It all started here - Jinksy got all kinds of people writing all kinds of limericks and they were ringing in my head as I was cooking dinner. So I asked my daughters to also write a limerick. One of them complied and here is our limerical conversation: Meghana: Many think I am crazy I am often called lazy But I know who I am Possibly as sweet as a lamb Or as pretty as a daisy Me: Daisies are really pretty And so is your little ditty Lambs not sweet me think They often times stink Maybe sweet as a little kitty Meghana: What you said is rather odd At least lamb don't smell as bad as cod I believe this is all quite weird Like the idea of my dog having a beard And changing their name to Todd Me: It's not odd it's very creative I know a Todd who is a native he is a bit weird And does not have a beard But likes to experiment with laxatives Meghana: Well my father has a terrible temper Whenever I wear a sweater All because it's only summer I think that's quite a bummer Tha...

I saw a man walking his dog this morning. Nothing so unusual about that - there were several other men and women walking their dogs. But this gentleman in particular had a very easy air about him. He was walking a labrador which was going every which way, sniffing this way, pulling that way. But the owner, oblivious to the dogs frantic demands, was walking slowly, in his sandals, with a newpaper in his hand , reading and walking, in no particular hurry. It made me smile and feel a bit relaxed :)